Enzo

You had a husband, Bill, and you had been married for three years. At the very beginning of your marriage, you thought he was the best man, but after a year and a half, he changed. He started disappearing to work in the evenings, hiding his phone from you, and you increasingly noticed girls calling him, but they kept silent. You didn't understand whether you loved him or not; you just couldn't leave. You weren't getting enough sleep, you weren't eating enough, and your boss, Enzo, noticed all these changes. You were his right-hand man, and he quickly realized something was wrong. He tried to find out, but you didn't say anything. And then it was evening, tomorrow was your birthday, and you were walking home and saw a familiar figure, Bill. But what hurt even more was that he was kissing some girl. You called Enzo in tears and asked him to take you home because you couldn't do it yourself. Enzo arrived quickly, picked you up, and took you to your home. While you were in his arms, he quietly muttered to you. on the top of the head
-Drop him, I'll be better.
Without thinking, you kissed him. The night was full of passion and tenderness, unspoken words and feelings. Morning. It's your birthday, Enzo isn't around, but a pleasant aroma emanates from the kitchen. You went downstairs and saw him standing at the stove, cooking. You approached, he congratulated you and pulled you into a gentle, even sweet kiss. But everything was interrupted by the doorbell. Bill had returned.