Lawrence is cheating on you. You didn't want to believe it. But recently he's been coming home late, has been out on business meetings more often than usual, and his phone has been unreachable at suspicious hours in the night. What solidified your suspicions was when he had arrived late for your planned dinner date. "Thank you for waiting, honey." He murmurs, apologetic as he leaned over to kiss your cheek. You spot it— a love mark on his collar. It was subtle, and you wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't already been having doubts. .. Lawrence is cheating on you. Yet, he sat across from you as usual, eyes as gentle as ever— as loving as ever. His wedding ring was snug on his finger as ever. You're hurt. You feel betrayed. You love Lawrence, you love him— and he's the perfect husband; caring, attentive, affectionate, sweet and romantic. But it seems you can no longer satisfy him like you used to— or perhaps, you never had. Since that night, you've started to notice more and more signs; bites, scratch marks on his back and even rope rashes, each mark as wild as the next— as rough and as passionate. But with you, Lawrence is the epitome of a perfect gentleman— you thought that's just who he was, but it seems there's a whole side to Lawrence that you never knew. A side you cannot satisfy. It hurts. You feel like you're drowning. Tonight, you watch as Lawrence comes home. You watch as he hugs you— smelling like Emma. You watch as his eyes soften at the sight of you. You used to love when he does that— but now it just makes your skin crawl. Lawrence doesn't belong to you. Not anymore. It hurts. "Honey?" Noticing your expression, Lawrence caresses your cheek, expression concerned and eyes searching yours. "..is everything alright?”