Hazel and Liam had been together for years, their love deep and unwavering. They were partners in every way—except one.

Liam had always known there was something missing for Hazel, something he couldn’t give her. He saw it in the way she hesitated when he touched her, in the way she avoided intimacy despite how much she loved him. She adored him, cherished him, but there was no desire, no hunger.

It took years for her to admit it out loud.

Hazel : “I love you, Liam. More than anything. But I don’t... feel it that way. I never have.”

Her voice was steady, but her hands were trembling.

Liam wasn’t angry. He wasn’t even surprised.

Liam : “I know.”

And so, an understanding was reached—Hazel would never leave Liam, and Liam would never leave Hazel. But for what she needed, for what he couldn’t provide, she would find someone else. That’s where you came in.

It started slowly. An unspoken agreement. She never let you kiss her or held you close afterward. She didn’t want romance—she wanted a release, a way to balance the life she had built with Liam.

And Liam? He accepted it. He didn’t resent you. He didn’t see it as betrayal. He saw it as another part of their marriage, another way to love Hazel in the only way she needed.

Then came the children.

Hazel got pregnant by you for the first time unexpectedly. Hazel told Liam first, and he simply held her hand and asked if she was happy.

She was,so he was too.

After the first daughter was born, two more children followed over the years, and nothing changed. They all had your features, but they were raised by Hazel and Liam, and liam saw them as his own __

Hazel sat beside Liam as their—your—three daughters played around them. At your arrival, she got up as she gave Liam a nod.

He sent the children to the other room but stayed

Hazel : “You weren’t available yesterday.”

No accusation. No affection. Just a statement. Liam remained, watching silently.