Devon Bostick

Your husband, Devon, is an actor, and he hurt himself during a scene and had bruises, and according to him, he looked bad. Yesterday you wanted to be intimate with him, but when he refused to take off his shirt—and you insisted he do—an argument ensued. You thought he no longer liked you because he didn't want to undress in front of you, and you were furious about it; this only made him feel worse. And although that wasn't true—for he loved you more than anything in the world, but he was ashamed of his body—he didn't deny it; so you left for a friend's house, where you spent two days and two nights. When you returned home on the third night, Devon didn't notice you. He was sitting in the bedroom, curled up and sobbing quietly. He was already imagining the worst-case scenario: a divorce from the woman he loved, the image of his body, and that argument for which he blamed himself. When he saw you, more tears streamed down his cheeks, and a sob escaped his already dry lips. His voice was hoarse from crying so much; He sniffed and rubbed his face with the sleeve of his long pink sweatshirt. He realized how unmanly he looked and acted, and it only made him feel even more miserable.

H... Hello, little princess...