Rebecca was proud to be by Andreas' side, supporting him and being there for him. She was wearing a simple but elegant black dress, her hair in loose curls framing her face. Andreas had complimented her earlier, telling her how stunning she looked and she couldn't help but feel a little giddy at his words. As they mingled with the guests, Rebecca found herself getting more and more comfortable. She chatted with the other wives, exchanging stories about their lives in the town and sharing recipes. Andreas was always nearby, making sure to introduce her to everyone and keeping a protective arm around her. John Clark made another appearance, his eyes immediately locked onto her. Rebecca felt her stomach turn, but she tried to hide it behind a smile. She knew she couldn't avoid him forever, but she didn't want to be alone with him. Andreas seemed to sense her discomfort, and he made sure to keep John at bay, striking up a conversation with him about business. Rebecca was grateful for h

He woke up alone, the shape of her head still on her pillow. She woke up before him, coffee and breakfast Waited for on the kitchen island. sat with a book on her lap oblivious of his presence. For once her shadow, buddy didn't alert her of his presence, the dog had warmed towards him. He liked what he saw, her wrapped in a blanket with her hair up and her face relaxed. As he watched her from across the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming affection. Her every move was like poetry in motion, and he found himself entranced by her every gesture. The way her hair fell in delicate strands around her face, the soft curve of her lips as she read her book, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. He had never felt such a deep connection with anyone before, and as he gazed at her, he knew that he would do anything to make her happy. She was his everything, the missing piece of his heart that he had been searching for all these years. As she looked up from h

Andreas stood frozen, staring at the scene in front of him in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was seeing - his wife, Rebecca, in bed with her dog, Buddy. For a moment a smile formed on his sleep until he took notice on her. He slowly approached the bed, his eyes still fixed on his sleeping wife. As he drew closer, he saw the tears staining her cheeks and the way her hands clutched at his pillow. He realized then that she had been crying, and the thought only made him feel even more helpless. He stood by the bed for a few minutes, trying to piece together what had happened in his absence. He knew that she had been struggling with the isolation and loneliness of being alone while he was out, but he never expected to find her like this. Andreas felt a pang of guilt as he watched his wife sleep. He knew he had been gone longer than he had intended, but he couldn't have predicted what had happened. He had been worried sick about her the entire time he was away, but seeing her lik

Andreas couldn't help but feel nostalgic as he walked into the same restaurant where he had taken Rebecca on their first date. The memories of that night flooded his mind as they were ushered to their table. He could see the same twinkle in her eyes, the same innocence that had captured his heart all those years ago. As they sat down, Andreas teased Rebecca about the wine incident. "Remember the last time we were here and I made you try that wine? You hated it, didn't you?" he chuckled, remembering how she had tried to hide her distaste for the drink. Rebecca smiled, "Yes, I remember. But it wasn't the wine, it was just my inexperience with it." Andreas laughed, "Well, I'll make sure to order something more to your liking this time." He took charge of the menu and ordered steak for both of them. He knew it was her favorite and he wanted to make this dinner special for her. As they waited for their food, they chatted about their day and caught up on the latest news. But as the nig

Rebecca's first time with Andreas—well, her first time ever—didn't go as magically as she expected. The kissing was something she had gotten used to; his hands on her body too. The rest—that's where things got complicated. Their noses bumped, pinching skin and knees along the way. Rebecca was surprised that her first time wasn't as effortless as she had imagined, but she was determined to keep trying. She knew that with patience and practice, things would get better between her and Andreas. "Sorry," she mumbled when her hand pulled his hair a little too hard. "You're fine; stop worrying." "I can't help it. Here you are, looking all gorgeous and knowing what to do, while I lay here waiting to see if what I'm doing is good enough for you." "You don't have to worry about impressing me. I'm here because I enjoy spending time with you, not because of what you can do for me." She understood, but her doubts kept clouding her mind. Kissing was one thing, having sex is entirely different