In the top presidential suite.

Brian shook off his weariness with a refreshing shower.

He dried his damp hair and booted up his computer to deal with the pile-up of business tasks.

The back-to-back international conferences had spanned nearly three hours, and after they concluded, he massaged his temples, noting the lateness of the hour.

It was nearing midnight. Despite the accumulated fatigue nudging him towards a peaceful slumber in her embrace, his wife was adamant about discussing their compatibility.

Her tenacity never ceased to amaze him.

With a sigh, Brian turned off his computer and drummed his lean fingers on the desk absentmindedly.

After some contemplation, he grabbed his phone and texted Maggie, “Come out."

He was under the impression that she was still with Rosalynn, oblivious to the fact that she had returned home.

Tonight, he had plans to switch rooms with her.

In Wragos, Maggie was busy packing in her apartment.

After their passionate sex, Sanford succumbed to sleep.

As she organized her belongings, she gazed at the man sleeping soundly, her eyes welling up with tears.

With a tender touch, she caressed the air above his face, as if to carve his features into her memory.

Her tears clouded her vision, and with a quivering breath, she leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his forehead.

Her heart ached with the need to leave.

“I'm sorry, Sanford," she whispered.

With a heavy heart, Maggie silenced his phone and left him one final message, “Goodbye, my only love."

As tears cascaded down her cheeks, she cast one last glance at Sanford, turned, and left.

A slight noise stirred Sanford, his eyelids fluttering momentarily, but sleep reclaimed him, and he remained unaware of Maggie's departure.