I'm Not Perfect
Leon could feel Ella's presence right from the moment she stepped into the room. But the unbearable pain in his heart; which he was trying to numb with the glass of dry gin, made him frigid to her presence.
He didn't want her to see him in his most vulnerable state. She was the only person capable of making him this weak and exposed.
If an enemy wanted to get to him, all they needed to do was recruit Ella, and she would easily finish him off.
He loved her so much that even if she lifted a weapon and hurt him, he would never raise a finger at her in retaliation.
Leon found it very difficult to get rid of all the agonizing words that kept replaying in his memory. The same tormenting questions kept bombarding his heart at all corners.
"Have I been treating my wife as a sex object? Has she stopped loving me because of my sex drive? Do I make a shitty husband that she now desires another man?"