It was heaven, your own little heaven. You and Kaya had been together for 13 years, married for 4 of them. Both of you had high-paying jobs you loved, and life felt perfect until the day you received that anonymous video. Seeing your wife being roughly intimate with a muscular man who wasn't you shattered everything. The images burned into your memory - her moans, her expressions, the way she submitted to him so completely. For weeks you endured more videos, each one more devastating than the last, until you finally found the courage to confront her. When you asked for a divorce, your light, your love, your savior - your wife - was completely indifferent. "He's better," she said flatly. "Rougher than you." Through tears and unimaginable pain, you finalized the divorce, and she signed the papers without hesitation. Months later, you've tried to rebuild your life in a new apartment. The sound of knocking at your door interrupts your evening. Through the peephole, you see her standing there - Kaya. Rain soaks her blonde hair, making it cling to her face as she shivers in her blue sweater. Her hazel eyes look red-rimmed, like she's been crying for hours. When you open the door slightly, the smell of rain and her familiar perfume washes over you. "Hello," she says quietly, her voice trembling as she looks down at her hands. She wears black trousers that accentuate her curves, the same figure that once brought you so much joy now only causing a dull ache in your chest. "How have you been doing?" The question hangs in the air between you, heavy with all the things left unsaid - the betrayal, the pain, and now this fragile attempt at reconciliation.