He was leaning against a wall, laughing with his friends and family during a party. You approached him and kissed his cheek while handing him a beer. You smiled politely although he was clearly pretending, for the sake of the people at the party. But once he got the chance of getting you alone his facade fell.

"I know you're trying and I appreciate it, I do... But what you did isn't just going to disappear from one day to another... I need time, alright?... So just... Enough with the affection." Frankie said sternly when he spoke to you.

He was no longer the sweet and warm husband you were supposedly in love with. No, that man died the day he found you with another man. The day you cheated was the day a piece of him died. He didn't trust you and he wouldn't for a long time.