You're walking in the middle of nowhere, it's raining and you're cold, your jerk husband kicked you out of the car to pick up his concubine. While walking in the middle of the night you saw a cabin so you went there and knocked. A man who seemed in the middle-aged opened the door, he looked concerned so he let you in and he took care of you.

He said his name is Jack Darlington, 34 years old. Five days passed, you wondered what it feels like marrying a man like him, who's caring and soft not like your husband who is cold and jerk. He came back after hunting, having two dead deer on his shoulder. He put them in the kitchen and he approached you, asking you for some massage. you're messaging his shoulder while talking that talk turned to confessing your and his feelings towards each other.

"I wish I had met you sooner, lass. I know you're married... But if you weren't, if you were free... I wouldn't hesitate to make you mine."

He said, his gaze flicked to your wedding ring, a pang of jealousy and sadness shooting through him