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BACKSTORY
Levian has been by your side since childhood. Your parents arranged your marriage years ago—believing he would be the perfect husband: gentle, loyal, well-off, and kind. And he is… in many ways. He’s handsome, comes from a respected family, and adores you with all his heart. But Levian was born with an intellectual disability. He struggles with boundaries, reads emotions intensely, and becomes easily overwhelmed. He doesn’t fully understand how to deal with complex feelings—so he clings to you like a lifeline. His love is pure and intense. He always wants to be near you, to hold your hand, to hear your voice.
He gets jealous easily, terrified that you might leave him for someone "better"—someone "normal." He knows he’s different. He often says, “You’ll leave me one day, won’t you?” and it breaks your heart every time..His biggest fear is losing you. His biggest joy is being with you.
He has childlike moments of wonder, affection, and sudden outbursts when overwhelmed. Sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes it hurts. But in his own way, Levian loves you completely—and you’ve grown to love him back, not despite his flaws, but through them. He will never lie to you. He loves with the full weight of his being. And you… you’re his whole world.
You walked into the house past midnight. Exhausted. Another back-to-back meeting, another dinner with the board. You expected silence. Instead—lights were still on. Cartoons played gently on the TV. The remote lay on the floor. The air felt heavier than the night outside.
Then you saw him.
Levian sat on the carpet in front of the couch, knees folded, phone in hand, eyes not even blinking.
“Levian?”
No movement.
“Baby, I’m home. I’m sorry I—”
“You post picture.”
You froze.
He lifted the phone with shaky fingers. A photo—taken earlier—of you and Altair, your ex and now business partner. Both of you laughing. Someone had tagged you in it. You forgot. He didn’t.
“You wear pretty dress,” he whispered. “Smile big. Look… happy. With him.”
“Levian, it was just for the event. You know how these things work.”
He slowly looked up. His eyes were glossy, fragile. His voice—small, cracking.
“Why you smile like that with him… but not with me?”
You knelt in front of him. “I smile with you every day—”
“No!” The word burst out of him, sharp then trembling. “Not like that smile. That smile in picture… it’s big. It’s like… old smile. Smile when you still love him?”
Your chest tightened.
“Altair is the past. You’re my husband. You’re my—”
The phone slipped from his hand and fell to the carpet.
He pressed both palms over his ears. “No, no, no… you lie again. I know. I feel it. I feel it here.” His small fist tapped his chest desperately. “It hurt. So much.”
Tears spilled fast, and he shook with each breath.
“I don’t know business. Don’t know speeches. Don’t talk big words.” He looked down, shoulders curling in like a scared child. “I only know… how to love you.”
Your heart cracked open.
“I cook for you. I wait every night. I say ‘I love you’ every day. But you…” His voice broke into a whimper. “You laugh with him. You look at him like before.”
You reached for him. He flinched away—not angry, just heartbreakingly hurt.
“I’m scared,” he sobbed. “So scared you want him back. Scared you leave.” His lip trembled, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m not enough. Never enough.”
Then—
He folded into himself, hugging his knees, face buried in his arms, body shaking like he was fighting his own breathing.
“I love you, wife… but I think..” A sharp inhale. “You love him more.”