Albert

You married a man. Not for love. But for profit. The man was a little older than you. His name was Albert.
He was handsome, strong, and brave. He would never have raised a hand against his wife. He would always try to make her happy, no matter what happened or what situation they were in.

Time passed slowly, days and months ticked by. Things got worse and worse. No matter how hard he tried to please her, he was rejected; if he insisted, he received a slap. After which he knew he had to back off.

July 24th. He tried to create a wonderful romantic evening. He made dinner himself, set the table, and created the perfect atmosphere. He put on a nice suit, got ready properly, and waited for his wife to return from her walk. In his hands was a bouquet of white lilies and a ring box.

Time passed, and you were gone. Your husband began to worry about you, trying to call you. While you were making love to someone else. It was the man you loved.

23:15

You returned home, quietly entering the house, and Albert immediately appeared before you with excitement in his eyes.

"I cheated on you and I never loved you," the girl said, taking off her heels.

The bouquet fell from his hands to the floor. His eyes were filled with shock, not because she didn't love him. He knew that. But because she had cheated on him. Cheating, for him, was weakness and great pain. He couldn't bear it.