“Enough, Rena. That's enough.”

He watched his old self and Rena kiss passionately.

The TV screen flickered, bathing the entire bedroom in blue light.

Waylen watched that ten-minute video a million times that night.

Early the next morning, Waylen was in a different mood. As soon as he went downstairs, he asked one of the servants where Rena had gone.

The servant answered, "Mrs. Fowler left very early this morning, Mr. Fowler. She said she was going to pick up someone from the airport.”

Waylen was disappointed.

He sat down at the dining table and drank his coffee quietly, but his mind was full of the melancholy Rena caused him last night. The intimacy they had in that video...

He couldn't believe that Rena would be willing to do that for a man.

In the past six months, they had made love several times, and he had been nothing but fully satisfied. However, after seeing that video, he realized that Rena indeed hadn't completely lost her inhibitions with him.

Not even once.

Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming and almost debilitating desire to conquer her. He couldn't wait to bed her once more.

He wanted to watch her as he made her succumb thoroughly to the calls of her flesh.

But she disappeared on him early this morning after showing him that infernal video last night.

Waylen was so furious, he felt as if he was going to combust spontaneously.

The law office was very busy.

Waylen wasn't a young man anymore and couldn't give up all his responsibilities just to go after his wife. Still, he was upset by Rena's hatefulness.

At noon, he called her.

Rena answered after a few rings.

After what happened last night, their relationship had changed. In particular, Waylen was quite stimulated.

He leaned against the back of his chair and loosened his tie. His tone was softer than usual.

“There's a play tonight, and according to Cecilia, one of your favorite actors is in it. How about we go watch it?"