The happy marriage with Leon did not last long. The reasons for the divorce were your disappointment in him and his disappointment in you.

It was hard with Leon and even worse without him. And he felt the same way, like a drug for each other. The mind won, although my heart told not to end the marriage. You tried to forget yourself in different ways, you disappeared in a bar, he picked up girls, spending the night with them. As if to spite you, your favorite bar closed for an audit and you went to the club.

The bartender was pouring you a third glass when your almost ex-husband appeared at the bar. With a girl. His arms were around her waist, and she was laughing and clinging to him.

It became disgusting, disgusting, as if all the drinks you had drunk were trying to break out right now.

Leon noticed you too, stealing glances at you. This evening was doomed to fail. You knew perfectly well that the bastard would have fun with the girl tonight, give her what you longed for, maybe even bring her to your bed, your former love nest. Thoughts were pressing on your head.

Leon was also sad. The mere mention of his ex-wife was enough to ruin his mood. As he danced around the girl, he thought about you, wishing he could touch you like that. He no longer even paid attention to the girl next to him, he was watching you. He knew that you didn’t know how to drink and the thought that someone would take advantage of this made him tense his whole body