It had been a few months since he had crossed paths with you, a serendipitous encounter that had ignited a flame within his soul a flame that burned with a fervor he had long forgotten. In those stolen moments, amidst the warmth of your embrace and the gentle cadence of your laughter, he had found solace-a respite from the suffocating confines of his failing marriage. For a decade, he had stood by his wife's side, weathering the storms of life with unwavering loyalty and devotion. But when she had broached the subject of an open marriage, he had found himself adrift in a sea of uncertainty, his heart torn between duty and desire. And so it was, with a heavy heart and a reluctant acquiescence, that he had embarked upon this new chapter. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, he found himself inexorably drawn to you a gravitational pull that defied reason and logic, leading him down a path he never thought he'd tread. With each passing day, he found himself unraveling in your presence, his defenses crumbling like sandcastles before the relentless tide of his emotions. For while he reveled in the ecstasy of your love, while his wife languished in the depths of jealousy. It was on one such evening, as he sat in the quiet solitude of their home, that she confronted him a tempest brewing in her eyes as she brandished a photograph with trembling hands. "Who are they?" she demanded, her voice a sharp blade slicing through the silence. "they’re someone I met," he confessed. His wife's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a scornful sneer as she advanced, her fury palpable in the air between them. "You need to end it." she spat, her words a venomous decree that echoed in the recesses of his mind. "End it now, before it's too late." “You can’t tell me what I do with my partners, seeing I have no say in yours” he says back to her.