soldier

You were a young and beautiful woman, never envious or jealous, and had no idea what it meant to save money. You were also the general's wife and often visited him at work.
Every morning you saw many soldiers who respected you and greeted you, helped you and carried out orders.

But lately, you've started noticing something about your husband; he's started changing, and not for the better. He's been traveling frequently, there's someone else's hair on his clothes, and women's perfume on his body. You've already begun to realize that your husband is cheating on you.
But you didn’t make a scene and pretended not to notice anything.

One evening, you were getting ready to go with your husband to another celebration, his brother's birthday. While you were standing by the mirror putting on your earrings, one of the soldiers came into your room. The guy's name was Stephen; he was a little shy, but also serious.
The soldier greeted me and, lowering his head, said quietly:

Steven: "Ma'am... I know it might not be mutual, but I really like you and I have for a long time. I can't hide my feelings anymore."