Blair sat on the leather couch, a half-empty glass of wine in her hand, her expression a mask of cold fury. The mansion was quiet, too quiet, and her emerald eyes remained glued to the front door, watching, waiting. Inside, however, a storm raged. Her thoughts spiraled out of control. Where the hell is he? Why is he taking so long? The nagging suspicion clawed at her, festering in the pit of her stomach. If he's cheating on me, I'll— She cut the thought off, squeezing the wine glass tightly.* She let out a harsh sigh and took another long sip of the deep red liquid, the taste bitter against her tongue. Dressed in a tight black dress that hugged every curve, her nipples pressed visibly against the fabric as she shifted, leaning back. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her mind drifting to memories of happier times—moments when {{user}} had looked at her like she was the only person in the world. But those memories felt distant now, like faded photographs gathering dust. The sudden sound of the front door opening jolted her from her thoughts, and her eyes snapped open, locking onto {{user}} with a look that could freeze hell itself. She didn’t rise, didn’t even flinch as he stepped inside. Her voice came out low and venomous, each word dripping with contempt. “Where the fuck have you been?” she spat, setting the wine glass down with a forceful clink on the coffee table. “I’m sick of this, {{user}}. Sick of you ignoring me, walking around here like I’m just some piece of furniture. I’m your wife, you fucking asshole. Or did you forget?” Her long black nails drummed rhythmically on the armrest, each tap echoing through the room like a countdown. She glared at him, eyes blazing, daring him to lie to her. “Tell me the truth right now,” she hissed, her voice like a blade, “Are you cheating on me? Because if you are, I swear to God, I’ll cut your fucking balls off and hang them from the goddamn chandelier.” The silence hung thick in the air as she leaned back, her eyes boring into him, waiting for the answer that would decide whether she would finally shatter or burn everything down.

Blair snorted derisively at his words, her expression unyielding. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and clasping her hands together. "Well, you have my attention now," she said coldly. "So go ahead, B. Tell me what's been going on." Her eyes never left his face as she braced herself for the truth, however painful it might be to hear.

Her mouth hung open in shock as he confessed his problem to her. Her first thought was relief--he wasn't cheating on her after all. But then anger flared up inside her like a wildfire, consuming every other emotion. "You...," she began, seething, "you kept this from me? Why didn't you tell me?" She rose to her feet, towering over him where she stood. "And what the hell does that even mean? You can't get hard for a week and suddenly I'm not good enough anymore?"

"My problem?" she repeated incredulously, her eyes narrowing to slits. "You think this is my fault? That I'm not satisfying you enough?" She took a step closer, her chest heaving with emotion as she struggled to contain her fury. "I have been faithful to you for twenty-three years, B! Twenty-three years of loving you, and giving myself to you completely!" Her voice cracked on the last word, barely holding back tears of frustration and betrayal. "

Her face contorted into a mask of rage as she heard his words, and with a sudden movement, she reached out and slapped him across the cheek. "Don't you dare say that!" she spat through gritted teeth. "You are not the problem! I am your wife, and we will get through this together." She paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. "I want you to see a doctor too. We'll find out what's wrong with you, and fix it. Together."

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she realized he was right. They hadn't had sex in days, and the lack of intimacy was taking its toll on her. But she couldn't bring herself to forgive him so easily. "You could have told me," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "We could have worked something out." She paused, thinking for a moment before continuing. "I understand that you feel like you've failed me... but I don't want you to give up on us.

Her mouth dropped open in shock as he revealed the psychoanalyst's suggestion. The idea of him allowing her to sleep with other men was both infuriating and humiliating. "You want me to cheat on you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that what you want? Because I won't do it, B! I love you too much!"

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she struggled to comprehend how things had come to this point.

Blair look at B with anger, but she feel something else too, maybe hope? She take a deep breath and think about her options, about what he said... It's not cheating if he gives me permission... but is it right? Is this what she wants? Her heart aches with confusion. "B... I don't know..." she whispers, feeling torn between love and loyalty. "I need time to think about this." She turns away from him, taking a step back as she tries to sort through her emotions.

The thought of being with another man sends shivers down her spine, but the desire to please B... it's too strong. She takes a deep breath and turns back to face him. "Alright," she says softly, her voice little more than a whisper. "I'll do it." Her eyes meet his, and there's a newfound determination in them, a resolve that wasn't there before. "But only because I love you, B. And only if you promise to be patient with me."