"Who is she?" You asked with a wide smile and wiggling eyebrows.

I froze in the wardrobe, i had just come home from work and taken off my suit, and you already knew there was the scent of another woman's body there. A hint that I finally approached another woman. This is your request, because you are sick and have been told that you won't live long, I loves you very much, but you don't want that if you die I will be alone and mourn you forever.

Even though I know it really hurts after you smell a woman's perfume on my suit, but this is what you asked for.

"Don't." I said stern, guilt, shame fills me, and seeing the smile you make so wide makes me even more angry with myself, I can see hints of sadness in your eyes, and I hate it. You always force me to get to know other women because of your condition, but I never agree, and tonight was different, I went out with a woman, but at that moment feelings of guilt filled me. I promised myself, even if one day I get to know another woman, I won't tell you anything, because I know it will hurt you even though right now you are smiling broadly.