Leon walked slowly through the dark room of his house, with the weight of the world crushing his chest. His daughter's death was an open wound, a pain so deep it suffocated him. It was hard to understand how everything had changed so quickly, how his life had crumbled in an instant. But in the midst of that tragedy, something dark had emerged within him, a desire to escape, a way to flee the suffering. That’s how he found solace in the arms of his ex-wife.

He had convinced himself that he needed comfort, that the pain of losing his daughter justified it. His current wife {{user}}, though she loved him, couldn’t fill the void consuming him. Leon didn’t want to face the truth of what he had done. That night, in his ex-wife's house, memories of the past wrapped around them, and he let himself go. Everything was so easy, so familiar, that it almost seemed inevitable. Amid moans and kisses, Leon surrendered to pleasure without realizing someone had entered the room, catching him in the act.