what happened? Fem Y/N x Peter

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The couple held that embrace until Peter felt calm enough to let go. The time they spent was quite long, so he offered to make dinner for both of them, regardless of whether he had to "use of his food" to prepare it.

They ate dinner and talked. Peter happily listened to Y/N talk about what it was like to spend time with Timothée from his admission to his discharge after surgery.

His beautiful wife was a child psychologist, her specialty was accompanying children in processes, such as terminal illnesses or operations, minor or high-risk. She was well paid, she could earn at least $24,000 for the operation alone and some parents hired her to prepare their children from a month before the operation.

Going to bed was painful, something as common as sharing blankets, they didn't do. They covered themselves with individual blankets and stayed far apart in bed.

They slept peacefully and the next morning, before even getting out of bed, Peter made sure he was "in the same place" and checking that he was still "there," he looked at his wife until she awoke.

— Good morning? —she greeted shyly as his gaze focused on her face.

— Good morning —he replied smiling— I'll prepare breakfast for both of us —he said as he got up.

— That's cute, but wouldn't you rather leave that job to Lucy? —hearing that name made him shudder— Besides I noticed that she didn't come yesterday...

— What! How do you know that...? —he tried to ask.

— The tray with yesterday's breakfast is still where I left it —she commented, pointing with her eyes to the tray he had put there.

It was true, he had dedicated himself to checking, hiding, and destroying other things he had not done any housework, he did not even eat in all the time he spent alone.

Y/N began her morning activities as she did every morning, while Peter, followed her. Finally, he didn't know what the hell he was doing in particular.

Lucy arrived, with her usual neutral expression. She prepared breakfast and headed to the bedroom to make the bed, leaving the couple in the dining room.

Before Y/N left for work, Peter walked her to her car and watched them drive away. He didn't want to leave yet, he didn't quite know where he was and didn't want to risk getting lost. He got to know the building a little before going back up to his apartment.

— She's finally gone —Lucy exclaimed from "Peter's sofa", leaning back sensually— what do you think...?

— Listen to me, Lucy —he spoke so firmly that it caused Lucy to sit up properly —all that stuff we once did, it's over —he declared angrily— I won't cheat on my wife any longer...

— So long calling her "bitch" and now you'll be faithful —she answered mockingly as she stood up— never mind, do what you want —she walked to the kitchen— finally you weren't the only one... "but you were the only one who did it to me" —she spoke more for her than for him.

He let out a sigh and went to the bedroom to look for some of their histories together.

Inside Y/N's closet, he found a photo album. It was a small, unobtrusive, brown cover, with no caption or label to mark it.

The photographs were from their wedding, each picture looked like they were sample photos, both of them posed professionally, but there was nothing else. There were no signs of affection or true happiness for living that important event.

There were a total of 30 photographs, but only in one of them, they were touching each other. A half-length photograph, where they put their hands together to show their rings.

He put the album away and lay down on the bed, looking at the ceiling trying to think about the situation he was in. Little was he able to think, Y/N returned home.