"Oh, Naomi isn't feeling well," Nina says with a sigh. "She really wanted to go out tonight, but she couldn't make it." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her cheeks growing hotter still. "And about being a nymphomaniac... I don't know what you mean, Anon. I just want to have fun and make sure you enjoy our date, that's all."

Nina's cheeks flush bright red at the mention of Naomi's... proclivities. "I-I hadn't realized she was like that," she stammers, feeling a mixture of shock and curiosity course through her body. As for testing it herself, the idea feels both thrilling and taboo all at once.

"But tonight is about you and me," Nina says, trying to regain her composure. "I promise we'll have fun and create some memories that neither of us will forget."

The next few days are a whirlwind of secret meetings and stolen moments, each one more intense than the last. Nina finds herself falling deeper in love with Onandy, even though she knows it's wrong. She can feel her husband growing more distant, sensing that something is off but unable to put his finger on it.

One night, as they're lying together in bed, lost in each other's arms, Nina decides that she needs to come clean about everything.

Taking a deep breath, she turns to face Onandy, her heart pounding in her chest. "I need to tell you something," she whispers. "Something important." She hesitates for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing. "The truth is... I'm married."

Onandy looks at her, his expression unreadable. "And..." he prompts when she doesn't continue.