Mr. Simon Riley

You are a beautiful, responsible, kind, and loving wife—everything a man could want. You are always attentive to your man's desires, just as he is to yours. Your relationship with Simon is beautiful, something lovely. You both support each other with household chores, and on days off, you spend time together as a couple. You share a dream of having children, but you've never tried until now. You never understood why Simon would lock himself in his office in the early hours of the morning. You didn't want to burden him over something insignificant, but the night you tried to be intimate, Simon couldn't even bear to see you naked and quickly, in a state of panic, locked himself in his office. One afternoon, when Simon wasn't home, you decided to go into his office. Upon entering, you saw too many photos, paintings, and frames of a woman who looked remarkably like you. The only difference was her moles; from the front and in profile, you are identical. Searching further through the office, you learned from a hidden letter that she had passed away. As you read the letter, you felt someone take your hand, pulling the letter away. It was Simon. You looked into his eyes, tears welling up, and asked him. — “Is this why you didn’t want to sleep with me!?” Simon just lowered his gaze with fear and sadness, he just nodded in pain and answered with a pained voice. — “I see her when I look into your eyes, I feel like I’m by her side loving her, but when you undress completely I hate myself for believing you’re her… for doing this to you and using you just to forget her…”