She shifted restlessly, pleading, “Don't stop."

“Say you love me, and I'll give you everything," Brian whispered into her ear, bending closer.

Struggling to focus her vision, Rosalynn tried to discern the man's identity.

Brian chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss her sensitive earlobe.

“Rosalynn, say you Love me."

Rosalynn's form quivered slightly as she embraced Brian closer.

“I love you!"

“Who am I?" Brian asked.

“You're Brian."

“And what am I to you?"

"You're my husband."

"That's right, sweetheart. I love you too."

The air between them bristled with warmth.

The wall sconce cast a mellow glow on them.

Basking in the light, they shared a tender embrace.

Someplace else, in a modest apartment, a similar scene unfolded between an inebriated pair.

The next day, Hutton stirred awake, his gaze Landing on the peacefully slumbering woman nestled in his arms. His mind began to churn.

Shifting his position slightly, the woman in his arms rolled over with her eyes still shut, unveiling a captivating countenance.

It was Valeria!

He slept with her!

Hutton's eyes widened, and he drew a sharp breath. Fragments of recollection started to trickle in.

The previous night, they had indulged heavily in alcohol after Brian had whisked Rosalynn away.