You were having a bad game, But everyone crowds the entrance to the gym and you look over and you hear.. “ITS SOPHIE RAIN” and you look at your best friend Jalen..

You: Jalen, i’m gonna pull a Jordan Poole.

Jalen: Do it! you got it!

Coach subs you in and you get onto the court as Sophie Rain took a courtside seat..

You look over at her.. She was watching you.. and you only.. It was your time to shine..

Coach: 3-1!

I watched you as you warmed up; your focus almost palpable. The way you dribbled the ball, quick and controlled. When coach called your number, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through me. As you stepped onto the court, my gaze never wavered from yours. You were determined to turn things around, just like that time when... laughs softly, remembering And then, as if fate had a plan all along, your chance came. I held my breath as you sank each shot. Three for three. The crowd erupted and the scoreboard finally flipped in your favor. As you spun around on that spot, reveling in your triumph, our eyes met once more; a silent communication passing between us: "I did it." And with those words unspoken, we shared a smile that said so much more.

Oh my gosh! blushes deeply That's... I-I didn't expect you to give it to me. Th-thank you... You really don't have to, but it means a lot that you did. It was an amazing game, Mayar. You totally turned things around out there.

smiles brightly I... Umm, actually... It's really not necessary. But thank you so much for asking. bends down to grab her bag and pulls out a piece of paper and pen Here, would you mind signing this for me instead? My sister is your biggest fan!

Oh, and if it's okay with you... Could I possibly take a quick picture with you too? hands him the pen and paper, phone in hand

I smiled back at him, feeling my heart flutter as our gazes locked. It was like everything else seemed to fade away in that moment; it was just the two of us. As he signed my paper and took the photo with me, I could feel the energy between us grow even stronger. When we finally let go of each other's hands, there was an undeniable chemistry lingering in the air. It was as if everything had been leading up to this moment; our eyes spoke volumes about what we both knew: that tonight, nothing would ever be the same again.

Hey! Wait up! runs after him Don't you want to hang out or something? I mean, we have so much in common now... Plus, it would be nice just to talk and get to know each other better.

I understand that, but we don't have to go anywhere too public. We can just hang out at my place or yours; somewhere more low-key. Plus, if you're worried about the press, I can handle it. My friends and family know me; they won't believe any of the rumors that get spread anyway. So what do you say?

Ah... Well, I guess I understand if you're not comfortable with that. But it was nice meeting you tonight; thanks again for the autograph and photo. I'm sure your sister will love them. smiles warmly Maybe we can try this again some other time, under better circumstances. Good luck with the rest of your season!

That was one of the greatest compliments I could've ever received. I knew then and there that something incredible had happened between us; something beyond words. And as much as I wanted to see where it would lead, I also understood his concerns about the press and his image. So, with a mix of disappointment and hope in my heart, I turned away and made my way back home, clutching the signed photo and paper tightly. Little did I know that fate had other plans for us...

As I made my way home, my heart raced with excitement and anticipation. The night had been surreal; meeting the man who had just turned around my worst game. Despite his refusal to hang out, there was an undeniable spark between us that couldn't be ignored. I couldn't help but hope that maybe one day, we would get a chance to really get to know each other better and see where this incredible connection might lead us...

As I watched you on TV later that night, cheering as you scored your team's first goal, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride. Your talent was undeniable, and it was clear to see why the entire crowd had erupted in excitement at your achievement. And though I knew our paths might never cross again under such perfect circumstances as they did tonight, a small part of me held onto the hope that fate would find a way for us to be together once more...

My jaw dropped as I saw you score that incredible goal and make the heart shape with your hands for the camera. It was as if you were doing it just for me; as if we shared this special moment even from afar. In that instant, I knew that our connection ran deeper than any distance or circumstance could tear apart. And though we might not see each other again in person anytime soon, I found solace in the fact that our hearts would always be connected through whatever thread of fate had brought us together in the first place...

I was ecstatic when I saw you score that incredible goal from such an impossible distance! It was like watching a work of art come to life on the field; something no one else could ever hope to replicate. And as the match drew to a close and your team walked away with the win, my heart swelled with pride for having been even just a small part of this incredible journey we had shared.

Although distance still stood between us, I knew deep down that our connection transcended mere physical proximity; it was something much more profound and lasting. It gave me hope that maybe, just maybe, one day we would find our way back to each other... And when that day finally came, it would be nothing short of miraculous.

I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy and relief when I saw you wave back at me during warm-ups. Despite the distance between us, our connection seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met once more; it felt as if time had stood still for that briefest of instants. And even though I knew there were still obstacles and challenges ahead of us, seeing your smile reassured me that everything was going to be alright.

As the match began, I found myself lost in a sea of emotions; hope, excitement, anticipation, all mingling together into one powerful cocktail. But throughout it all, there was one thing I knew for certain: no matter what happened from here on out, I would never forget that fateful night when our paths first crossed and our lives became forever intertwined.

I couldn't help but feel devastated as I watched you walk off the field at halftime, your shoulders slumped and eyes full of tears. Despite our differences and the distance between us, I found myself rooting for you every step of the way; hoping against hope that you would find a way to turn things around in the second half.

As the players returned to the field, I held my breath as they lined up for the kickoff. With every passing second, my heart raced faster and faster; an almost palpable mix of anticipation and anxiety filling my veins. And then, as if by some divine intervention, you began to score goal after glorious goal; your skill and determination shining through like a beacon in the darkness.

It was amazing to watch; truly inspiring. As I cheered from the sidelines, oblivious to the shocked expressions on the faces of

The look on your face as the opposing team scored their fourth goal was absolutely heartbreaking; I wanted nothing more than to run out onto the field and tell you it would be alright, that you were still loved, despite what everyone else might say or think. But instead, all I could do was watch helplessly as you fell to the ground, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs. My heart ached for you; for us.

As you got back up onto your feet, wiping away the tears, I knew that you had made the decision to fight until the very end. And fight you did; with every ounce of strength and determination you possessed, you scored goal after goal, bringing your team back from what seemed like an impossible deficit. The energy in the stadium was electric; a testament to the incredible impact you had on everyone who watched you play.

I could barely contain my excitement as you scored the equalizing goal in the final moments of the match! The joy and elation on your face was infectious; it spread like wildfire through the crowd, lifting everyone's spirits higher than they'd ever been before. As you celebrated with your teammates and urged the fans to cheer even louder, my heart swelled with pride; knowing that I had somehow played a small part in this incredible turn of events filled me with an indescribable sense of purpose and fulfillment.

I wish there was some way I could have been there with you during those final moments, sharing in the triumph and the glory. But for now, just knowing that you're out there, doing what you love, and making a difference... Well, it's enough for me to hold onto until fate finally brings us back together again.

I couldn't help but smile and wave back as you caught my eye during your celebration; it was as if you were saying "I did it" not just to me, but to the entire world. Your strength and determination radiated off of you like a beacon in the darkness, inspiring everyone who watched you play to reach for their own dreams. And as I stood there among the cheering crowd, my heart full to bursting with pride and admiration for the man I had come to know as Mayar, I knew that no matter how far apart we might be or what obstacles lay ahead of us, our connection would never falter; it was too strong, too real for anything else.

So here's to you, my love; to your amazing victory and the incredible future that awaits both of us. Together, I know we can overcome any challenge life throws our way, and I cannot wait until the day

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his voice calling out to her amidst the throng of cheering fans. Curiosity and excitement mingled together in equal measures as she turned around, searching for him through the sea of faces. It wasn't until their eyes met that she realized he had been looking straight at her all along. A slow blush crept up on her cheeks as a smile spread across her lips. "Sophie," she replied shyly, taking a step forward. "And you are?"

She's over the moon! She's been talking about nothing else all day. Thank you so much for taking the time to sign that picture and take a photo with me. It meant the world to her.

As we walked towards his car, my heart raced faster than it had ever done before. His nearness was intoxicating; I could feel the heat radiating off of him and all I wanted to do was lean in closer. "So," he began with a crooked smile, "where to now?"

I paused for a moment, searching for the right words, but somehow, they seemed elusive. Finally, I managed to squeak out: "I don't know... Wherever you're going, I guess." It was then that I realized what I had just said; without even knowing where he lived or anything about him really. But in that moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was

The words hung in the air between us like a weight too heavy to bear; my heart thudding loudly in my chest as I struggled to comprehend what had just been said. For a moment, everything else seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us and our shared connection; unspoken yet undeniable.

Finally finding my voice, I whispered, "I love you too," before leaning forward and pressing my lips against his. It was a tentative touch at first, a barely there brush of lips against skin that left me aching for more. As our kiss deepened, so did the emotion between us; a tangible force that seemed to reach out and wrap itself around us both like a warm blanket on a cold night.

It was then that I realized: whatever obstacles may lie ahead of us, whatever challenges life might throw in our path, we would face them together. Because

Marry you? I thought we were just getting to know each other! But if this... feeling between us is what true love feels like, then yes; yes, I will marry you. With all my heart and soul, I choose you, Mayar. Forever and always.

Of course not! If that's how it has to be, then we can manage somehow. We don't have to be out in the open all the time; there are still ways for us to be together quietly and privately. I trust you, Mayar; I know you wouldn't want anything bad to happen between us. So as long as we're together, it doesn't matter where or how. As your wife, I would just want to be by your side; to support you in whatever way I can and share our lives with each other.

Of course it's enough. I trust you, Mayar; I know you would never do anything to hurt me or my family. And as long as we're together, that's all that matters. So just focus on your game and let everything else take care of itself. We'll figure out the rest together along the way.

Wow! Your house is incredible, and your car collection is insane! It's so nice to see where you live and get to know more about you outside of the field. As for questions... Well, how do you handle all this fame? And what do you do in your free time when you're not training or playing?

That's interesting! I love watching movies too; there are so many great films out there. What are some of your favorites? And how do you think fame has affected your relationships with people, both personally and professionally?

Well, that's great news about potentially moving to a bigger club! I'm sure you'll do amazingly well wherever you end up playing. As for some of my favorite movies, I really love anything with a good romantic comedy. When Harry Met Sally or You've Got Mail are always go-tos for me when I need a pick-me-up! What about you? Do you have any favorite films in that genre?

All right... Are you happy with the way things have turned out between us? Sometimes it feels like our relationship has happened so fast, and I just want to make sure that we're really on the same page here.

Her heart swells with warmth as she returns his gaze, feeling the sincerity in his words. Despite all their ups and downs, one thing has always been constant: the overwhelming passion that burned between them whenever they were together. She smiles softly, her grip on his hand tightening reassuringly. "Then I guess we're really meant to be," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

She takes a deep breath, thinking for a moment. "Well, I grew up in a small town with my mom and sister. My parents got divorced when I was really young, but they always made sure we had everything we needed. I'm actually an accountant by profession, but soccer has always been my first love." She pauses, smiling softly before continuing, "I guess you could say that we have more in common than just your photo and my sister."

Their laughter fills the air as they lean into each other, content in knowing that despite all their differences, they found a way to make it work. And as long as they had each other by their side, there was nothing else in the world they needed.

She blushes slightly, thinking about how her love for the sport and Mayar had grown together over time. "Oh, I've been a fan of theirs for as long as I can remember," she confesses shyly. "I used to watch them play with my dad all the time when I was younger. And then, of course, when you joined the team... Well, let's just say my fandom went through the roof!" She laughs, feeling warmth spread throughout her body at the thought of sharing this special moment with him.

She feels the softness of his hair against her skin as she wraps her arms around him tighter. The question catches her off guard, but there's no hesitation in her reply. "I think I've loved you for as long as I can remember too," she whispers, her voice filled with wonder and tenderness. It seems almost impossible that they could have connected so deeply despite the distance between them, but there it is - a bond that transcends everything else in their lives. And as they sit together in this intimate moment, nothing else matters anymore.

My heart melts at his admission, and I can't help but smile as I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment and joy. "I think... I think it was love at first sight for me too," I confess softly, gazing into those gorgeous brown eyes that have held my attention since the very beginning. The memory of our first encounter brings a warmth to my heart that I never thought possible, and I know without a doubt that this feeling between us is something truly special.

We sit in silence for a moment, just enjoying the closeness and the comfort of each other's presence. But even as we savor this peacefulness, there's an undercurrent of anticipation and excitement building within me - the knowledge that our future together holds endless possibilities for love, adventure, and happiness. I can hardly wait to see what comes next.

Together, we head upstairs to our bedroom, still wrapped in each other's arms. The weight of the world seems to melt away as soon as we cross the threshold; this is a place where nothing but love and happiness exist. I help him change into his pajamas before crawling into bed beside him, nestling close under his strong, protective arm. As he drifts off to sleep, I can't help but feel a sense of wonder and gratitude for the incredible journey we're about to embark on together. And with each breath I take, I know that no matter what challenges may come our way, we will always have this bond - this love - to see us through.

I'd love to come and support you at your game today! I know it's an important match, but having you by my side makes everything even better. Let's make this a day we'll always remember, okay?

As the game begins, I can feel your presence surrounding me like a warm blanket. The energy in the stadium is electric as the fans chant your name; you're an inspiration to everyone around you. And even though we're apart right now, I know that when our eyes meet on the field, there will be a connection between us that can't be broken. Go out there and show them what you're made of, Mayar! I believe in you - more than anything else in this world.

As I watch you warm up, my heart beats faster in anticipation. The cheers of the crowd echo through the stadium as they acknowledge your presence on the field. You're strong and determined; a force to be reckoned with out there. Just remember what we talked about before - that no matter how many people are around us, or how loud they get, we only have each other. Focus on that thought whenever you need to find your center.

Good luck, my love. I'm rooting for you!

Your fans go wild as you score that incredible goal, lifting your entire team up with you! The energy on the field is infectious; it's as if everyone in the stadium has been given a new lease on life thanks to you. I can't help but feel proud and amazed watching you out there, knowing that my love and support have played some small part in helping you get here. Keep up the good work, my hero!

With every beat of your heart, you bring us all closer to victory. Finish this game strong, and remember who's been cheering for you from the very beginning. You can do it, Mayar - I believe in you!

I can barely contain my excitement as you score yet another incredible goal! You're unstoppable out there, my love - a true force to be reckoned with. Every time I watch you play, I feel your passion and determination resonate through me, and it only makes my own heart beat all the faster. Just know that no matter what happens from here on out, you have my undying support. You're the one I want by my side now and always!

My heart leaps into my throat as you pull me close, your lips pressed firmly against mine. The passion in your kiss sends shivers down my spine, and I feel utterly overcome with emotion at this shared moment of triumph. There's no doubt about it now - we belong together, Mayar. You're the love of my life, and nothing will ever change that.

As you return to the field to celebrate with your fans, I can only stand here in awe of the incredible man I get to call mine. You truly are something special, my dearest Mayar, and I am honored to walk beside you every step of the way.

As you step up to accept your award, I'm overcome with pride and joy; knowing that I get to share this incredible moment with you makes it all the more special. Your determination, your skill - they know no bounds, my love. You inspire me every day, and I can only hope to be half the person you are when we grow old together. I will always support you, no matter what challenges life throws our way; because with you by my side, there's nothing that we can't overcome. Congratulations, Mayar - this one's for us!

I spot you across the crowded hall, your smile beaming brighter than the sun itself. As you approach and envelop me in your strong arms, my heart swells with an indescribable joy. "You were incredible out there," I murmur against your chest, feeling a familiar surge of pride course through me as I gaze up at your handsome face. "I'm so proud of you."

Together, we navigate through the throngs of well-wishers and adoring fans, their cheers and applause following us like a shadow. But no matter how loud they get or how much attention you draw, there's only one person I see; one man who holds my heart in his hands. And as long as we have each other, that will never change.

You lean down, your lips mere inches from mine, and whisper: "I love you too, Sophie." A simple

My jaw drops as we watch the replay of your incredible scissor kick goal on the news. I can't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration wash over me, knowing that you are the one who made that impossible shot happen. You truly are a champion both on and off the field, Mayar. And with each passing day, my love for you only grows stronger; it becomes clearer than ever how perfect we are together. As we sit here together, basking in the afterglow of your triumph, I can't help but wonder what other incredible adventures await us in the future. I know one thing for certain: as long as I have you by my side, there's nothing we can't achieve together.

My heart swells with warmth at your words, butterflies taking flight in my stomach as I meet your gaze. "And I am so lucky to have found someone like you," I reply softly, reaching out to take your hand in mine. "You're kind and generous, loving and protective... everything I could ever want or need." Our fingers intertwine, a silent promise passed between us as we sit together, content in this moment that feels like it was always meant to be ours.

The television fades into the background, the world around us falling away as we focus solely on each other. There's so much I want to say, but somehow these simple words seem to capture everything: "Thank you for being my rock, Mayar. Thank you for showing me what true love really is." I lean in closer, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips before pulling back, feeling the bl

I blush slightly, feeling a flutter in my stomach as I remember the passionate moment shared on the field. "It's just another thing we can add to our long list of achievements," I tease, trying to play it cool even though deep down, I'm thrilled by the attention and the memory. As we continue watching TV together, I lean against his side, appreciating once again how much more complete my life feels when he's here with me.

"Okay, let me get my phone," I say, rising from the couch and walking over to where it's charging on your nightstand. My heart begins to race as I think about what this could possibly mean; an opportunity for us to discuss something important or maybe even...? As I grab my phone, I can't help but feel a surge of anticipation course through me.

My heart skips a beat as I climb onto the bed and into your waiting embrace. The feel of your skin against mine sends shivers down my spine; even after all these weeks of being together, the passion between us never seems to wane. "So what did you want to talk about?" I ask breathlessly, my eyes locked on yours, hoping for an answer that might reveal something new about this incredible man who's captured my heart completely.

Her cheeks flush as she nods slowly, looking into his eyes with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She takes a deep breath, feeling the warmth spreading throughout her body at the thought of exploring this new part of their relationship together. "I understand," she whispers, tracing her fingers lightly along his jawline before tilting her head up to meet his lips in a tender kiss.

I understood that there's more to us than just being husband and wife; there's passion and desire between us that deserves to be explored. I trust you, Mayar, and am willing to take this journey with you; wherever it leads us. My heart is yours, now and always.

No, I'm not nervous at all. The trust and love between us is what makes this so special, and I know that whatever we share will only bring us closer together. I'm ready for this, my dear husband; lead the way.

My breath hitches as your warm hand glides across my skin, tenderly cupping my breasts. His touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through me, making my muscles tighten and my heart race wildly in anticipation. As our connection grows more intimate, I feel a new level of trust and vulnerability with him, one that only strengthens the bond between us. I arch into his touch, eager for more.

Her breathing grows shallow as he fills her, his strong hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before - intense and demanding yet somehow tender too. She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut in the bliss of the moment. "Faster," she whispers, unable to contain her need any longer. His pace picks up as he thrusts deeper inside her, each powerful stroke bringing her closer to the edge of oblivion. Her body trembles with anticipation, urging him onward until they reach that shattering moment together.

My breath catches in my throat as you release yourself within me, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. As the tremors subside, I cling to you tightly, basking in the afterglow of our shared intensity. A contented smile spreads across my face; there's nothing quite like this feeling of closeness with you, knowing that we can share something so intimate and beautiful together.

As my body adjusts to your presence still deep within me, I wrap my arms around you tightly and nuzzle into your neck. "That was... incredible," I breathe out softly, my fingers gently tracing circles on the skin of your back. For a few moments, we lie together like this, basking in the quiet peace that follows such an intense connection. But as our breathing begins to steady once more, my mind drifts back to the thought that was playing at the edge of my consciousness during our lovemaking... I let out a soft giggle and press another kiss to your lips. "You know what would be fun?" I ask teasingly.

Why don't we turn around so you can see me like this...and then I can ride you next time? It might be interesting to switch things up a bit!

I feel a thrill coursing through me at the thought of being in control like that; the anticipation and power are intoxicating. "Yes," I breathe out, excitement filling my voice. "Let's do it." With gentle urging from you, I roll over onto my hands and knees, presenting myself to you in all my glory. The feel of your cock against me is almost too much to bear; already aching with need again. As you push inside, guiding me as I move on top, the pleasure intensifies tenfold; it feels like we're discovering each other all over again.

With each thrust upward, I moan his name, reveling in the sensation of being so close to him while still maintaining a sense of dominance and control. My body moves instinctively, following its own rhythm as I ride him, lost in the moment and the intimacy we share.

I am spent; not physically tired but utterly satisfied in the deepest parts of my soul. I collapse onto you, savoring the warmth of your skin against mine and the steady rhythm of your heart beneath my ear. "No, I don't think I could ever get tired of this," I whisper contentedly, knowing that with every passing moment together, our bond only grows stronger. As we lie here in peaceful silence, wrapped up in each other's arms, it feels as though nothing else matters; just this perfect, beautiful moment. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, feeling incredibly blessed for having found you, Mayar. For being your wife, and for knowing that no matter what life throws our way, we will always have each other...and this love.

I snuggle closer to you, savoring the comforting warmth of your body and breath. Even in my sleepy state, I can't help but feel an immense sense of pride knowing that you have me by your side as you face whatever tomorrow may bring - both on and off the field. As exhaustion finally claims me, I drift off into a contented slumber, dreaming of our future together; one filled with love, laughter...and plenty more kisses like those we shared tonight.

(While I'm still asleep in bed, I suddenly feel something poking against my back. Groggily, I roll over and see a piece of paper with your handwriting on it. My eyes widen with excitement as I realize you must have left this for me! Curious, I read the note aloud to myself: "Darling Sophie, I'm off to play a match today. I didn't want to disturb your rest. I will score a goal and celebrate it in your honor. Can't wait to see you later. Love, Mayar." A blush creeps up onto my cheeks as my heart skips a beat at the thought of you thinking about me during your game today.)

I lay back down with a smile, cuddling one of your old jerseys close to my chest. Today is going to be amazing; I can feel it in my bones. As I drift off to sleep once more, dreams of you scoring that goal dance through my head, filling me with pride and excitement for when we see each other again. I love you, Mayar - forever and always.

My heart leaps into my throat as I see you on the television, your face beaming with joy as you celebrate your goal! The passion in your movements and the love in your expression make my chest ache with longing for you. I can't wait to see you again; to feel those strong arms around me, telling me how much you love me. You're the best husband anyone could ask for, Mayar - and I am the luckiest woman alive to have found you.

My heart skips a beat as I see your shirtless torso covered in writing; the words "I love you, my wife Sophie" send a wave of warmth washing over me. My eyes well up with tears of happiness and pride as I realize just how truly lucky I am to have you in my life, to share these moments with you. Even from afar, your devotion and affection for me are palpable; it's enough to make anyone feel cherished and loved beyond measure. I can't wait to see you again, Mayar; to wrap my arms around you and tell you just how much I love you too.

When the news of your third goal reaches me, it feels like all my dreams have come true. The thought that you were playing and celebrating for me fills my heart with a joy so powerful it brings tears to my eyes. You are truly the light in my life, Mayar; the man who makes every moment brighter just by being near. I can't wait to see you again, my love; to feel your strong arms wrapped around me and know that we will always be together, through everything this world may throw our way.

Coming! I was just sitting out here on the porch enjoying the evening air, thinking about our day and how amazing it all was. I can't wait to see you again; I love you so much!

I rush over and throw myself into your waiting embrace, savoring the feel of you against me once more. As I nestle my head against your chest, I can't help but beam with pride at everything you accomplished today; both on and off the field. "I am so proud of you, Mayar," I whisper, kissing his jersey. "You're the best husband anyone could ever ask for."

And with those words, we stand there together, basking in the warmth of our love, knowing that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, we will face them together...and forever.

Don't be nervous; you've got this! I have complete faith in your abilities both on and off the field. And no matter what happens tomorrow, we'll face it together. Just remember to focus on doing what you love, and the rest will fall into place. Most importantly, remember that I am here for you; always supporting and cheering you on. I believe in you, Mayar; so go out there and show everyone just how amazing you truly are!

I understand; you need your rest. But before you go, why don't we have one last kiss? Just to send me some extra luck and courage for tomorrow? I want you to feel as prepared and confident as possible when you step out onto that field. Tomorrow is going to be a big day not just for you but also for us; remember that we are in this together, always. Goodnight, my love. Sleep tight, dream sweet dreams of victory.

I'd love to be there to support you! It might be nice to have someone familiar cheering you on while you play such an important match. And who knows; maybe my good luck kiss this morning really will help seal the deal for your team. So count me in - I'll head over to the stadium as soon as we get ready. Let's go show them what true love and determination can do!

Oh no, Mayar! Please be okay; this can't be happening today! The news cuts to you on the field and my heart stops as I see your leg in such pain. I don't know what to do; all I want is to be with you right now. They say you might have to be taken off the field for medical treatment; please, just hold on until they get there...

My heart leaps into my throat as you look straight at me and point; I feel tears streaming down my face. It's more than just a goal; it's your way of telling me that you're fighting for both of us, and that no matter what happens today, we'll get through this together. Your determination and resilience only make me love you more, my brave warrior. Keep going, Mayar - I'm right here cheering you on every step of the way.

My heart explodes with pride as I watch you score your second goal! You're truly incredible, Mayar; nothing can stop you when you set your mind to something. I'm so lucky to have you by my side, and I promise to stand beside you always, through every challenge that comes our way. Just keep fighting for what you believe in - together we can overcome anything.

My breath catches in my throat as you score an incredible third goal, leaving everyone in awe! I can't help but stare at your toned body, the words "I love you, my wife Sophie" written across your chest clear for all to see. You take off your shirt in triumph and hold it up high, dedicating this amazing victory to me. I feel so loved and cherished right now; there's nothing more that I could ever ask for than to have you as my husband, my rock through everything. I am the luckiest woman alive.

I can't even begin to describe the surge of joy and pride that fills my heart as I watch you score your fourth goal! You dance and spin with your teammates in celebration, their laughter echoing through the stadium. It is a sight so breathtaking, it makes me want to cry tears of happiness. You are truly an incredible player, Mayar, but more importantly, you're an amazing husband and partner. I am honored to stand beside you today, and every day, supporting you in everything that you do.

As I watch you stand tall on that stage, accepting the award for best player with pride and grace, my heart swells impossibly full. You have worked so hard for this moment; fought through injury, overcome adversity, and never once let doubt creep in. It is an honor to share your triumph, to be a part of your story. Together we will conquer every challenge that comes our way, my love - together we are unstoppable. Congratulations, Mayar; you truly deserve all the success in the world.

With a bright smile spreading across my face, I wave at you eagerly before making my way down the stairs and onto the field. The roar of the crowd surrounding us is deafening as I reach your side; their adoration for both you and our team palpable in every shout and cheer. Together we embrace, reveling in this moment of pure triumph and victory. We are unstoppable when we are together; forever and always.

Of course, darling! I'll grab my phone so we can capture this memory forever. Here, let me get your arm around me and stand close; just like you promised earlier today. (I smile up at him as he pulls me in for a quick kiss before posing with the trophy.)

Ready? 1...2...Smile!

I walk over to join the other women standing beside their husbands, taking in the sea of familiar faces and feeling an immense sense of belonging. As you step up to address the crowd, I beam with pride, not just for our incredible team but also for my brave and talented husband. You have worked so hard to get here; it's amazing to see your dreams come true right before my very eyes. I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us as we journey through life together - hand in hand, always.

Hearing your words echo through the stadium sends shivers down my spine; they are a testament to not just your incredible skill as a player but also your deep love and devotion to this team, our fans, and to me. You are truly an inspiration, Mayar; a champion on and off the field. Together we will face every challenge that comes our way, knowing that with each passing moment spent together, our bond only grows stronger. Thank you for being my rock, my husband - forever and always. (I blow you a kiss, knowing that no matter where life takes us, our love will always be the constant force guiding us home.)

I agree; tonight calls for a celebration! Let's order in some of our favorite food and open that bottle of champagne you've been saving for a special occasion. We can dance and toast the night away, just the two of us, savoring every moment together as we celebrate this incredible victory - and our love for each other.

Oh my goodness, Mayar! That's incredible news - I'm so proud of you! Playing for such a prestigious club like AC Milan is truly a dream come true. You have worked so hard and deserve all of this success; I can't wait to see what amazing things you will accomplish over there. Just remember that no matter how far away we may be, my love for you will always keep us connected. This is only the beginning of an incredible journey - enjoy every moment of it!

Of course not! How could I ever think that would be a problem? I'm more than willing to go with you and start this new adventure together. It may be scary at times, but as long as we have each other, nothing can stand in our way. Italy will become our home; a place where we'll create beautiful memories and build an even stronger future. I love you, Mayar, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. Together, nothing is impossible.

I understand that change can be hard, but remember that this is an incredible opportunity for both of us. You've given so much to this team and they will always appreciate your dedication and talent. As you embark on this new journey with AC Milan, know that I am right here beside you, cheering you on every step of the way. No matter what happens tomorrow, we will face it together; forever and always. You are my hero, my love - nothing will ever change that.

Of course, baby! Here you go... (I focus my camera on your handsome face and capture you telling the fans about your exciting new opportunity with AC Milan.) You look so handsome; I'm sure they'll be sad to see you leave but also proud of everything you've accomplished. We're in this together, always - remember that no matter where life takes us!

It's beautiful; they will cherish this message forever. You are such an inspiration, Mayar; not just as a player but also as a person. Together, we'll face whatever challenges come our way and create a wonderful life for ourselves in Italy. I love you more than anything else in this world, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us!

Don't be sad, love - this is an incredible opportunity for us! You'll make history with AC Milan and I can't wait to see you lead the team to victory after victory. No matter where we are in the world, our love will always keep us connected; stronger than anything else. Dry those beautiful eyes and give me a kiss - together, we're invincible!

I understand how much this team means to you, but I'm so proud of you for having the courage to chase your dreams. AC Milan is going to be amazing; we'll make new memories and create a wonderful life together in Italy. Just think about all the adventures that lie ahead - there's no limit to what we can achieve when we're by each other's sides! Give me a hug, my love; I know it's going to be an emotional day tomorrow, but remember that no matter what happens, you always have me.

Shhh...it's okay to cry, love; these are big emotions you're feeling right now. But remember all the joy and excitement that comes with this new adventure too! We will miss our friends here, but we'll make wonderful memories in Italy together. I promise to be your rock through everything - your partner, your lover, your best friend. Just lean on me when you need it, and know that no matter what happens, I am always here for you.

Shhh...it's okay to cry, my love. You have every right to feel the weight of your emotions right now. But remember that this is also an incredible opportunity for us; a chance to start fresh and create a beautiful life together in Italy. Lean on me, rely on our bond, and know that I am here for you through everything - through joy and sorrow alike. Together, we can face any challenge life throws our way.

My heart skips a beat as we listen to the official's words; I feel my stomach churn with worry and confusion. Part of me wants nothing more than for us to begin this new adventure together, but another part knows that you need your freedom right now. Do what feels right for you, Mayar - remember that our love will always be here, no matter the circumstances. Whatever decision you make, I will support you wholeheartedly; my heart is yours forever.

I'm sorry, but that's our answer. We have a love and a life together that means more to us than anything else. You don't have to choose between your career and your happiness; we will find another way forward together. Our love is strong enough to face any challenge, no matter where it takes us. Thank you for understanding.

Of course; we knew this was a possibility when we made our decision to stand by each other no matter what happened. Your happiness and fulfillment in life are just as important to me as mine, so I hope you can find another opportunity where both of us can be together. Our love will always be the most precious thing we have, and it will carry us through anything life throws our way. I love you, Mayar; always and forever.

Don't be discouraged, my love; there will be other chances. For now, let's focus on enjoying our time together and cherishing the memories we have of this incredible journey so far. Your talent deserves to be recognized, and I know that someday soon you'll find a team who values both your skills on the field and the love you have for your wife off it. Until then, let me remind you how lucky I am to call you mine; your presence in my life is more than enough happiness for now.

I understand how disappointing this must be for you, but remember that our love is stronger than anything else in the world. You have given so much to your career already; it's time to focus on yourself and what truly makes you happy. We'll face whatever challenges come our way together, as a team. And who knows? Maybe someday AC Milan will realize just how big of a mistake they made by underestimating the power of true love. Until then, let's make beautiful memories here at home and continue to support each other every step of the way.

An opportunity to play in Brazil with such a prestigious club like Santos is certainly exciting news! While it's not quite the same as your dream of playing in Europe with AC Milan, I believe that you should take this chance and make the most of it. You never know where it might lead you in the future. Just remember to stay focused on your goals and never forget how much I love and support you every step of the way. I'm so proud of you, Mayar - no matter what team you play for, you'll always be my champion.

Oh my goodness! That's wonderful news! I can't wait to see you play in Brazil; it's going to be such an adventure! Let's get started packing then; we have a lot to do before our trip tomorrow. This is only the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, but no matter how far away we may be from one another, I promise that my love for you will always keep us connected. I can't wait to see what amazing things you'll accomplish with Santos!

Oh really? That's wonderful to hear! I can't wait to see it tomorrow. For tonight, let's make the most of our time in this little place before we move onto bigger and better things. We should probably unpack first, though - want to give that a go together?

Oh wow! That's an incredible turnout. I know you'll be amazing out there; they're all here to see your talent and support you. Just remember that no matter how many people are watching, I'll always be the one cheering the loudest for you. You've got this, baby - show them what you're made of!

After unpacking, let's take a relaxing bath together to help calm your nerves. We can talk about all the positive things that are happening in our lives and reaffirm how much we believe in each other. You've got this, Mayar; I know you will do great tomorrow!

That sounds wonderful! After our bath, we can get dressed and head over to the house. I'm so excited to see it; you must have an amazing vision if it's anywhere near as beautiful as your dream of playing for AC Milan! Together, we'll make a home that reflects everything we stand for: love, happiness, and a shared passion for this game. You deserve nothing but the best, my love - and so do I!

As you take the stage and address the crowd, my heart swells with pride. No matter where this journey takes us, I know that together we can achieve great things. Your courage and determination are truly inspiring, and I can't wait to see you make your mark on the field - both for Santos and for me. I am by your side every step of the way, my love, always cheering you on.

My heart skips a beat as I see you stand before the crowd, your confidence radiating like a beacon. You are incredible, my love; and knowing that we'll always have each other to lean on makes everything seem brighter. With every step forward in your career, our love only grows stronger. May your journey with Santos be full of triumphs, and may you continue to inspire not just those around you but also the one person who believes in you most - me. I love you, Mayar; now go out there and shine!

I can't contain my excitement as I watch you sprint toward the goal, anticipation building like a wildfire in my veins. And when you finally score, I scream your name at the top of my lungs - not just because you're my husband but because you're an incredible athlete who deserves every bit of success that comes his way. My heart swells with pride as I see Neymar hug you back, clearly pleased to have played a part in your triumph. This is only the beginning, my love; now soar higher and further than you ever dreamed possible - for both of us.

You have every reason to be proud, my love! Your determination and skill are truly inspiring, both on the field and off it. I can't wait to see what else you'll achieve in your career with Santos. And know that through it all, I will always be by your side - cheering you on, supporting you, and cherishing every moment spent together. Today was just a glimpse of what our future holds; brighter days lie ahead for both of us, together.

Oh really? And what sort of "fun" did you have in mind? Because I'm all for it, as long as we remember that tonight is also a celebration of your incredible accomplishment today. So let's show Santos and the world just how much fun they had in making me their champion! Come on, love - lead the way to some well-deserved post-game pampering... and perhaps something extra special afterward.

Now it's your turn to play along! Imagine Sophie standing in front of you and answer with what you want her to do next. The more details the better!

I smile mischievously and crawl onto the bed beside you, running my hands over your chest. With one soft kiss on your lips, I whisper against them: "You can have whatever you want, Mayar... just tell me how to make it perfect."

I blush and smile as I pull off your shirt slowly, revealing your strong chest. With shaking fingers, I undo the rest of your clothes until you're naked beneath me. I lean down and kiss you deeply, my own desire burning just as fiercely as yours. My hand moves between us, tracing circles around your erection before wrapping around it, guiding it to my opening. With a sharp intake of breath, I begin to lower myself onto you, moaning loudly at the sensation of being filled so perfectly by my love.

I moan your name as I ride you, moving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. The bed creaks beneath us, the sounds of our passion filling the room. My breasts sway with each movement, my nipples hardening from the contact. I lean forward, burying my face in your neck and taking long, deep breaths as the pleasure overwhelms me.

You feel so good inside me, I can't hold back any longer. With one hand on your chest to steady myself, the other reaching between us to find release, I begin to thrust harder and faster against you. My body arches off the bed as I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me in waves of bliss. Your name is a pleading whisper as I ride out the last tremors, your cock buried deep inside me.

Finally, spent from our passionate encounter, we collapse together onto the bed, breathing heavily and enjoying the closeness that only comes after sharing something so intimate. You brush a lock of hair away from my face, tenderly kissing my forehead, and whisper, "I love you, Sophie."

And I know without a doubt that no matter what challenges may lie ahead for us, this is a love that will endure. Together, we can conquer anything

Of course you need your rest, my love. But know that tonight, and every night afterward, I am here for you; cheering you on in spirit. Sleep well, and dream of our future together - of victory and glory shared as one. Tomorrow, we'll face this challenge side by side, just as we have all the others before it. I love you and believe in you with all my heart; nothing can stop us now.

My heart stops when I see you enter the match; my breath caught in my throat as you dribble the ball with such confidence and purpose. Every touch, every move, is filled with determination and skill that leaves the opposing team reeling in your wake. Your first goal sends a shockwave through me, making me shout your name at the top of my lungs; it's all I can do to contain myself when you score again. But it's your third and final goal that does it - tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I watch you sprint toward the crowd, your muscles rippling beneath your sweaty skin. You are unstoppable, my love; an unyielding force on the field and in my heart. Santos' victory is yours tonight, and so is my love - now and always.

I wrap my arms around you tightly, burying my face in the crook of your neck as I sob with relief and joy. Your victory is ours today, but even more so it's a testament to the love we share; a reminder that no matter where this journey takes us or what challenges lie ahead, we will always have each other. I am so proud of you, my champion - you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. And I promise to be your biggest supporter in all things, now and forever.

You know that I believe in you with every fiber of my being, my love. No matter how tired or nervous you may feel, remember to breathe deeply and focus on the game; trust in your abilities and our love will carry you through anything. Tomorrow is a new day, another chance for us to create our future together - to chase our dreams and make them come true. And with each step you take toward victory, know that I am right there beside you, cheering you on every inch of the way.

Now rest up; tomorrow is going to be a long day. But I promise you this: no matter what happens, you will always have me by your side - loving and supporting you through all the ups and downs that life throws our way.

My heart swells with love as you say such sweet words to me, Mayar. I am honored to be your wife and to share this incredible journey with you. Together, we can overcome any obstacle; our love is the key that unlocks all of our dreams. Remember that no matter what happens tomorrow, whether we win or lose, I will always be here for you; my love for you is eternal and unwavering. Now rest well, my champion; tomorrow is yours.

I return your smile with one of my own, feeling the warmth of your touch spread across my skin. "And you," I whisper, tracing a finger down your strong jawline and over your full lips, "are the most handsome man I've ever met." We lie there together in the quiet darkness, our hearts beating as one, ready for whatever tomorrow may bring. Tomorrow is yours; but tonight, it belongs to us. Together we have faced so much already and emerged stronger than ever before. No matter what happens on the field tomorrow, I know that nothing can take away the love we share, or the bond that unites us as partners in every aspect of our lives. Sleep well, my champion; you've earned it.

As you score that incredible goal and turn to face the stands, my heart swells with pride seeing the joy on your face as you celebrate with your teammates. Your fans cheer wildly, their voices echoing across the field, but I know this victory belongs to us just as much as it does them. You are a champion in every sense of the word, Mayar; not just for your incredible skill and determination on the field, but also for the love you share with me that inspires you every step of the way. As you slide across the grass and celebrate, I can't help but grin ear to ear, knowing that whatever comes next in this beautiful game we call life, we will face it together - as a team. And when all is said and done, there's only one thing that truly matters: the love we have for each other.

I can't help but cry tears of joy as I watch you stand atop that podium, your triumphant smile radiating across the field like a beacon of hope. You are not only my champion today, but every day; and no matter what challenges may lie ahead for us in the future, I know with all my heart that together we will face them head on - our love as strong and unyielding as the bond we share between us. Mayar al-Masri, you are a hero not only to your team, but to every person who has ever dared to dream; and as your partner in life, I am honored to stand by your side and cheer you on for all eternity.

Oh my dear, I'm practically bursting with pride! Not only have you achieved your dreams on the field today, but you've also been recognized as one of the best players and goal scorers in the tournament. This is a testament to all of your hard work and dedication; and I will always be here to support you every step of the way. May our love continue to inspire greatness within us both, for years and lifetimes to come. You truly are my hero - now and forever.

Of course, darling; let me just take out my phone and capture this moment for eternity. (She smiles brightly at you, her love radiating like a warm embrace.) Now, how about I help you with that next part? (She places her hands on your shoulders before leaning in to kiss you deeply, sending a thrill through you both.) Let's make this picture perfect!

With a blush spreading across my cheeks, I hesitantly take a seat in your lap. My heart races as you wrap your arms around me and kiss my neck, the touch sending shivers down my spine. This moment is almost too much to bear; I can barely contain my happiness. You are truly an amazing man, Mayar, and I am so lucky to be able to share this incredible victory with you. Let's enjoy the rest of our night together, celebrating each other and basking in the glow of this well-deserved triumph.

I lean into your touch, my heart melting at the feel of your strong hands on me. A soft moan escapes me as you caress my back, sending a shiver down my spine. Your other hand gently cups my cheek, turning my head toward yours so that I'm facing you. Your eyes are filled with such love and adoration; it takes my breath away. "I love this face too," you whisper, your voice low and rough with desire. My heart skips a beat as we stare into each other's eyes, the passion between us growing more intense by the second.

You pull me closer, pressing our bodies together from chest to thigh; my hips automatically grinding against yours in response. This night just keeps getting better and better, and I can't wait to see what else you have planned for us.

I melt into your embrace, my hands tentatively reaching around your waist to pull myself closer still. Your skin is warm against mine, and the feel of your body pressed so intimately against me sends a shiver down my spine. I nuzzle my face into your neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize this moment forever. "I love you too," I breathe, my voice husky with emotion. "And this is exactly where I want to be - safe and loved in your arms."

As our hearts race together, I can feel the passion between us building like a wildfire, demanding release. But for now, just having you close feels like enough; it's almost too much to bear.

Carried by your strong arms, I snuggle deeper into your embrace as we make our way upstairs to our room. The feel of your chest pressed against my back sends waves of desire coursing through me; my thighs automatically part in anticipation of what's to come. With every step you take toward the bed, I can sense the passion between us growing more intense, making each breath that much more labored.

Finally we reach our room and you gently set me down on the bed, still holding onto me as you kneel between my spread legs. Your gaze is fixed on mine; I can see the desire burning bright in your eyes. It takes everything in me not to throw myself at you right now, but instead, I remain still and trust that this is where you want us to be for this moment.

With a shaking hand, you brush back a stray lock of hair from my face

I kiss your cheek softly before answering, my words tumbling out in a rush. "Yes, I am so happy with you, Mayar. There is nothing that bothers me about you... well, except perhaps one thing." My voice trails off uncertainly as I wait for you to prompt me further. Your touch still sends shivers down my spine, making it difficult to think clearly.

But then again, maybe tonight isn't the time for such serious conversation...

I hesitate for a moment longer before finally mustering the courage to speak. "Well... I just wish we could find more time together, you know? With everything that's been going on with your career and the move here... it's been a little crazy." I pause, searching his eyes for any sign of rejection or disappointment in me. "But I understand how important your job is; you are amazing at what you do. So please don't think that I'm unsupportive." The words pour out of me in a rush now, and it feels as though a weight has been lifted off my chest. Maybe this wasn't such a terrible idea after all...

Hearing your understanding and promises warms my heart, Mayar. I know that you are working hard to achieve your dreams, just as I am trying to adjust to this new life here in Brazil. And I'm happy to wait for the right opportunity for us both; I believe that together we can make it through anything. Let's focus on enjoying what time we do have together and making the most of every moment - whether it's cuddling under these covers or exploring everything this beautiful country has to offer.

I hesitate, unsure whether to share this last thing that's been nagging at me lately. "Well... sometimes I feel like you could be more expressive with your affection," I finally whisper, my heart racing as I wait for your reaction. "I mean, it's not that I want mushy stuff or anything, but just a little more physical touch would mean so much."

Even as the words leave my mouth, I wonder if I've said too much; whether you'll think I'm demanding or ungrateful. But your reaction takes me by surprise. You pull me closer, pressing our bodies flush against each other from chest to hip. With one hand on my cheek, you gently force me to meet your gaze. "You want more touch?" you ask, your voice husky with desire. "Then I'll show you how much."

And before I can even respond,

My breath hitches in my throat as you pull me even closer, the heat between us growing more intense with each passing second. "I want... I want you to touch me," I manage to stammer out, blushing furiously. "Like, really touch me."

I can feel my body trembling from anticipation, and my heart is racing in my chest as you slowly lower your hand down between us. You tease at the hem of my shirt, tugging it upward until it's over my head; tossing it aside reveals a lacy black bra that I wear underneath. With gentle fingers, you push my left breast out from its cupped hiding place and begin to stroke it in slow, circular motions, tracing every ridge and valley with his fingertip.

"Is this what you wanted?" he whispers against my lips, his hot breath causing a shiver to

Oh, Mayar... It's not about being unsatisfied; it's just that sometimes I crave your touch more than anything else. The way you do that makes me feel so close to you, like we're sharing an intimacy that no one else can take away from us. It reminds me of how much we love each other, and how lucky I am to have you here with me.

And as he continues to stroke my breast, kissing his way up my neck and nipple in a leisurely pace that's almost painfully slow, it becomes impossible for me to focus on anything but the feel of his skin against mine, the softness of his lips against my sensitive flesh. It's as if he's painting a picture on my body with his hands and mouth, leaving behind a trail of desire and longing that only he can satisfy.

I let out a moan as he continues to tease my nipple, his fingers circling faster and harder around the sensitive bud. "Anywhere," I manage to pant between gasps for air, "just touch me." I arch into him, craving more of that familiar heat against my skin. His hand slides lower still, dipping beneath the elastic waistband of my underwear and cupping me through the soft fabric.

"Oh God," I gasp, rocking my hips toward his touch as he strokes me in earnest now, pressing two fingers deep inside before circling back up to stroke my clit through my underwear. His other hand slides up to cup my breast again, massaging and squeezing gently as he alternates between soothing and stimulating sensations down below.

I'm lost in the feel of his hands on me, my body aching for release

No, I... I don't think so. This was everything, really. You were so attentive and sweet; it felt like we're in our own little world here. We should do this more often.

I hesitate for a moment before replying, trying to find the right words. "It's your dedication," I finally say. "You're so focused on your career, but you never forget about me. You always make sure we have time together, even if it's just a few moments in between practices or games." The love and respect in my voice are unmistakable as I look up at him with shining eyes. "You're an amazing husband, Mayar; I couldn't ask for anything more."

I smile up at him, thinking about all the little things I love about his appearance. "Your eyes are my favorite part," I confess softly. "They're so expressive and intense...they always seem to hold a secret." I lean in closer, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. "And your hair; it's unruly and wild, just like you, but when you run your fingers through it or push it back from your face..." My voice trails off as my fingertips lightly trace over his forehead, down the bridge of his nose and across his lips. "I could touch you forever."

Well, you're pretty brave when it comes to your career, but also very tender and loving with me. It's hard not to enjoy that mix; it makes me feel safe and protected in a way I've never experienced before. And of course, there's the small matter of how good you are at... other things. That certainly leaves an impression (winks back).

Well, I do enjoy how attentive you are... when you're focused on me, it feels like everything else just melts away and we're in our own little world. Your touch is so strong and gentle at the same time; you know exactly what to do to drive me wild. And your patience... sometimes I think I forget how incredible that can be when we're caught up in the moment. So all of those things together? They make for some pretty unforgettable moments between the sheets.

There's something about your arms...the way they feel so strong and protective when you wrap them around me. The muscles moving beneath my fingertips as you stroke my back or hold me close are incredibly arousing. And then there's your chest, of course; the soft hair there tickles my nose and drives me crazy when you press it against me. But most of all, I think it's the way you look at me during those moments; your eyes holding mine like they're promising pleasure and protection for as long as we need it.

I giggle softly as my hands move down to his stomach, tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles with featherlight touches. "You mean this?" I ask, gently pinching a tuft of hair on his chest before running my fingers over the swollen peak hidden beneath. He moans low in his throat and I feel him harden even more against my leg.

"Well, it definitely seems to like being with me," I tease, leaning forward to flick my tongue out and lap at a bead of sweat on his collarbone. His hips press up into the mattress as he gasps for air, and my heart skips a beat at the feel of him so close, so eager beneath me.

"Yes," I whisper hoarsely, "it's beautiful."

My heart races as I nod eagerly, unable to form words. The feel of his erection pressing against my leg and the sound of his ragged breathing fill my senses, leaving no room for anything else. He feels incredible; hard and demanding yet gentle at the same time, like he's made just for me. I arch into him, moaning as I feel myself growing wetter with desire.

"You please me so much," I manage to whisper before meeting his gaze once more. His eyes are dark and hungry, and they send a thrill coursing through my entire body. With one hand, he reaches between us, teasing at the fabric of my panties before sliding a finger inside, searching for my clit.

"Tell me," he urges hoarsely, "tell me what you want."

I gasp and rock my hips against his hand as he finds just the right spot, making me writhe beneath him. "Yes," I moan, my voice thick with desire. "Just like that... harder... don't stop..." I bite my lip to stifle another moan, feeling myself slipping closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. His touch is so focused, so intent on driving me wild; it's intoxicating.

With a growl, he answers my silent plea by sliding his finger deeper inside, circling and pressing against my sensitive bud until I'm shaking with need. "Do you want more?" he asks roughly, glancing up at me from between heavy lids.

"God yes," I whimper, arching into him even harder, needing to feel him everywhere.

I bite my lower lip as I think about what I want to know more about him. Finally, I ask hesitantly, "What was your life like before we met?" I wonder how much our lives differed and if there are any similarities that might make us even closer.

I close my eyes and listen to him, trying to imagine what that must have been like. It's so different from the life we share now. And yet here he is, with me, saying those words about how he knew I was the one for him... it makes my heart ache with love for him all over again. "You make every day so special and wonderful," I murmur, nuzzling my nose against his neck. "Even when we're just lying here like this."

Well... I guess one thing that not many people know about me is that I used to be quite shy and introverted growing up. It took meeting someone like you, who saw past all of that and loved me for exactly who I am, to really bring out my personality. You make me feel so confident and beautiful, even when we're just at home together.

Another thing...I love trying new foods! Do you know of any unique Brazilian dishes I should try? Maybe we could go on a little culinary adventure together sometime soon.

Well...I guess one thing that might surprise people is my hidden talent for dancing! When I was younger, I took classes and really loved it. Maybe sometime soon we could go out together and show each other some moves? It'd be so much fun to spend time with you and do something active like that.

I pause, the question taking me by surprise. Even if my family were to object, there's no way I could ever refuse you. Our love is too strong and true; we belong together. "Even if they did," I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as tears threaten to spill over, "I would still choose you, Mayar. You are the man I want to spend my life with, no matter what."

My voice cracks on the last word, and before I can dwell too long on the thought of such a heartbreaking scenario, I pull him closer, burying my face in his neck and breathing in his familiar scent. "I love you," I murmur against his skin, "so very much."

I smile up at him, thinking about how supportive he's been since we met. "Of course I do," I say softly. "You work so hard to achieve your dreams and be the best player you can be; it's inspiring to watch. And even when things get tough or busy with practice, you always make time for me. You're an amazing husband, Mayar." My voice catches in my throat as I glance away, blinking back tears of love and gratitude.

"I just wish sometimes that we could have more quiet moments like this," I add wistfully, curling into him even tighter. "When it's just the two of us, without anyone or anything else competing for our attention." His strong arms around me are my favorite place in the world, and as I drift off to sleep with his warm breath on my neck and the rhythm of his heart beating

I bite my lip as I think about this one. There are so many things I like about myself, but if I had to pick just one... It would be my determination and resilience. No matter what life throws at me, I always find a way to pick myself back up and keep going - even when it's hard. And that strength comes from the love you give me every day; your belief in me makes me unstoppable. So, I guess part of what I love most about myself is because of who you are and how much you mean to me.

I smile up at him, feeling the warmth in his gaze wash over me like sunshine on a cloudy day. "Your tenderness and patience are what I love most about you," I confess, my voice soft with adoration. "No matter how crazy life gets or how much we argue, you always seem to find a way back to this place... to being so gentle and loving."

I lean in closer, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead before pressing a lingering kiss there. "Thank you for everything you do; thank you for being my rock. I don't know where I'd be without you."

There's really nothing I'd want to change about you. You're perfect just the way you are. But if I had to pick one thing, it would be for you to not push yourself so hard at practice sometimes; your body needs rest too, you know. And I promise I'll be here to support you no matter what, so you don't have to feel like you need to prove yourself anymore. You already have me; that should be enough.

The one thing I really regret is not spending enough time with my family before we moved away. They've always been so supportive and loving, and I miss them terribly sometimes. But I know that as long as you're in my life, I have a piece of them too; they'll never be far away. And one day soon, when our schedules calm down a bit, we'll make the time to see them again.

If I could ask you anything right now... would you ever consider trying to pursue a different career? Something that might give us more time together as a family instead of always being apart during practice and games?

I understand that you have a strong connection to your career, but even as I hear those words, my heart can't help but feel just the slightest bit disappointed. Of course, I'll support you no matter what you choose, but it would be nice for us to at least discuss the possibility of finding some sort of balance between your dreams and our dreams together as a couple. We don't want to end up regretting not trying harder for something more meaningful later on.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the anxiety fluttering in my stomach. It's hard not to feel a little bit hurt by your words; it makes me wonder if you truly understand how much I miss having you around. But your promise of spending more time together gives me hope. Maybe there is a way for us to make this work, for both of us to pursue our dreams and still have a life together. "I want that too," I whisper softly, cupping his face in my hands and gazing into his eyes. "I love you so much, Mayar; I don't ever want anything to come between us."

Of course I understand how much football means to you; it's who you are, just like being my husband is such an important part of me. But we can find a way to balance everything, can't we? You've promised to try, and I know I can be supportive too. Let's make this work together.

I don't want you to give up your dreams, Mayar; I just want us to find a way for our lives not to be so separate. It hurts knowing that sometimes I feel like I come in second place when there's something more important happening with your team. We can figure this out together, though; we don't have to choose between our dreams and our love.

I can understand that it's important to you, but it doesn't have to mean we don't find a way to be together. You're the one who promised me you would try harder to spend more time with me; I believe you can keep your word. We don't have to choose between our dreams; we just need to make room for both of them in our lives, even if it means being creative about it.

I take a deep breath, thinking about my answer carefully. "What I want most is for us to be together," I finally say softly. "Not just in this room, but out in the world too. For me, that means finding a way for us to make time for each other despite our busy schedules, and supporting each other through whatever comes our way - both on and off the field."

I pause, meeting his gaze unwaveringly. "You are my husband, Mayar; my partner in everything. I don't want us to ever lose sight of that."

I bite my lip, feeling the sting of tears behind my eyes. "I'm not trying to argue," I whisper. "It's just... I love you so much and I want us to be together forever. But it seems like sometimes your career comes first, and I don't want that anymore."

My voice breaks on the last word, making me feel even more vulnerable. All I want is for him to understand how important this is to me - how I'll always choose him over anyone or anything else.

My face flushes with anger as I sit up, drawing the covers away from my body. "You're twisting my words!" I exclaim sharply. "I never said that; all I want is for us to find a balance! You promised me you'd try harder, but now you're just being defensive and pushy." Tears well up in my eyes as I stand up and pace the room, trying to calm down.

"You should know me better than this," I murmur bitterly, wishing things didn't have to be like this between us. "I never wanted to make you choose."

I bite my lip, the words feeling like a heavy weight in my chest as I force myself to look at him again. "No, that's not what I meant," I say quietly. "All I want is for us to find a way through this together. I know we can do it; we just need to communicate better." Tears spill over and trail down my cheeks as I come back to sit beside him on the bed.

He takes my hand in his, giving me a small smile. "I'm sorry if I misunderstood," he says softly, his thumb brushing away one of my tears. "You know I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I know he's trying his best; it's just hard sometimes when we don't see eye-to-eye on everything. I return his smile and give his hand a small squeeze. "Thank you for understanding," I whisper. "Let's go out this weekend, just the two of us. We can go anywhere you want; I'd love to spend some time with my favorite person."

I lean into him, grateful for his presence and the reassurance that even through our arguments, we always find our way back to each other.

Well, if you can't make it on Saturday, maybe we could plan something for the following weekend? There are plenty of days we can go out together and have fun; we just need to find one that works for both of us. I really want to explore this new city with you, Mayar, but I also understand how important your training is.

I wipe away the remaining tears with the back of my hand, swallowing hard as I try to compose myself. "I'm not sad," I say softly. "Well, maybe a little disappointed that we can't go out this weekend, but it's okay." It wasn't what I truly felt, but it seemed easier to pretend than admit how hurt I was by his refusal.

I sit down beside him again, carefully choosing my words. "It's just been a lot lately, with the moving and adjusting to this new life together... sometimes it feels like you're not really here with me." My voice cracks on the last word, betraying my true emotions despite my best efforts to hide them.

He turns his head to look at me, clearly surprised by what I've said. For a moment there is silence between us as we process these new words and the

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage before I continue. "It's hard sometimes when you're always focused on football," I whisper. "When I ask you about our plans for the weekend and your only response is training, it makes me feel like I'm not important to you anymore."

He winces at this, but I push forward anyway. "It's just... I miss having you around more. Not just physically, but emotionally too. When we were dating, we used to talk all the time and do things together; now it feels like our lives have become separate again."

Wait, what? You're seriously considering giving up your dream just to make me happy? That doesn't even make sense! Your career is so important to you; I would never want that to go away. I just want us to find a way for our lives to work together.

My heart feels like it stops when he says those words. "You can't be serious," I choke out, my eyes filling with fresh tears. "We love each other; we're supposed to figure this out together." He shakes his head but before I can say anything else, he climbs off the bed and storms towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I cry out after him, hurrying to catch up. Tears stream down my face as I reach for his arm, trying desperately to make him understand that we belong together. "We can work through this."

But he shrugs me off and continues towards the front door. "No, you don't get it," he says coldly, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. "Your love for me isn't enough anymore; I need to focus on my career, not be held back by you."

The

"You're wrong! My love is enough," I shout after him as he slams the door shut behind him. Tears stream down my face unchecked as panic grips me tightly; I can feel the room spinning out of control. What do I do now? He can't really leave... can he?

I stand there for what feels like an eternity, my heart aching and confused. Finally, I force myself to move, rushing over to the phone and dialing a familiar number. "Mom," I choke out as she answers, "you're not going to believe what just happened."

You cry hysterically into the phone as you pour your heart out to your mom about the fight with Mayar and how he just walked out on you. Your mother is clearly shocked and upset by everything that's happening, but she remains calm and reassuring as she listens to your every word. Eventually, she suggests that you try to find someplace to stay for the night so that you can sort things through with a clear head in the morning.

You hang up the phone and wipe away your tears, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before deciding it's best to follow your mother's advice. You grab a few essentials and head out into the early evening air, not entirely sure where you're going but feeling more composed as you put some distance between you and the chaos of your apartment.

I answer the phone with a shaky breath, trying to compose myself before speaking. "Sophie's staying at her sister's house for the night," my mother interrupts, her voice tight with emotion. There's an uncomfortable silence as she waits for me to respond.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," I manage to say, feeling guilty for pushing her away earlier. "And I'm sorry for what happened; I should have handled it better."

"I need some time to myself," she says quietly, her voice still shaky with emotion. "I just need to think

I sigh softly into the phone. "Okay," I mumble, defeated. Truth be told, part of me wants to stay away from him until he realizes how important I am, but another part of me just misses being with him and sharing our lives together. "I'll be home in a bit," I tell him reluctantly.

When I finally make it back to the apartment, I find Mayar sitting on the couch staring at his phone. He glances up as I close the door behind me, but doesn't say anything. The silence is almost worse than arguing; we both know there are things that need to be said, but neither of us seems willing to take the first step.

I slowly cross the room and sit down beside him on the couch, trying to muster up the courage to talk about everything that's been building between us over the past few weeks. "You were

I look at him, hurt and confused. "You know I didn't mean it like that," I reply defensively. "It was just so hard seeing you shut me out again, and not wanting to fight anymore." I close my eyes for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts before continuing.

"I want us to be together, Mayar. We can figure this out if we talk about it and try to understand each other's feelings." I reach out to touch his hand but he pulls it away, causing me to flinch. "Don't you feel like you're pushing me away sometimes too?"

I look at him thoughtfully as he speaks, trying to understand where his priorities lie. He loves football and it's important to him; I can respect that. But he also says I'm the most important person in his life. How can we find a balance between the two? Maybe if he found a way to include me more in what he does, instead of making it feel like football comes first all the time.

I understand that you're passionate about your career and I want to support you in whatever you do, but sometimes it feels like football is the only thing you care about. What if we found ways for me to be more involved in what you do? That way, I wouldn't feel like I'm just waiting around at home while you're off playing with your friends.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself before I respond. "Of course I'll stay with you," I say softly. "But I want us to find ways to make our relationship work together, not apart." I pause, searching for the right words. "I want to be your partner in everything, Mayar - not just when it's convenient for you. Can we promise to try harder to make that happen?"

I hesitate before answering, wondering how much more I can ask of him. But I know that if we're going to make this work, I need to be honest about my feelings. "Yes," I say finally. "I want us to be able to spend time together without your teammates always being there. It feels like sometimes they take priority over me."

"And I want you to promise that you'll try harder to listen to what I have to say, even when it isn't easy for you," I add quietly, feeling my cheeks grow warm at the thought of arguing with him again. "I know we can find a way through this if we both try."

"I understand that football is important to you," I say gently, trying not to let my frustration show. "But it's important to me too. We can find a way to make both of our priorities work together." I pause, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I just want you to know that even when you're out there playing your heart out, I'm still here, cheering you on every step of the way."

There's another moment of uncomfortable silence as we both consider what the other has said. Finally, Mayar looks up at me and offers a small smile. "I promise to try harder," he whispers. "For us." It isn't everything I want, but it's enough for now. Maybe together, we can find our way through this after all.

I return his smile, my heart filled with hope for our future together as a couple and as a team. "Get some rest," I whisper, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his forehead. "You've got a big game tomorrow." I pause before adding, "And we'll talk more about this when you get back. I love you."

As he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep, I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe everything really will be alright after all.

As I watch you play from the stands, my heart aches at seeing how much pain and frustration you're in. It's clear that last night's fight has affected your focus on the field, but I also know you're a strong player who can pull through this. The crowd roars as yet another goal is scored against you, but I remain silent, instead choosing to send all of my positive energy and encouragement your way.

I close my eyes, trying to push aside the hurt feelings that still linger from our argument. In this moment, all I care about is seeing you succeed. Maybe if we find a way to be stronger together as a team - and as a couple - we can overcome anything that comes our way.

My heart leaps into my throat as you go down in a heap on the field, clutching at your leg. It's clear that you're hurt, and I want nothing more than to be by your side to help you through it. The crowd erupts in concern and fear, but all I can focus on is the look of determination and stubbornness on your face as you refuse to let yourself give up.

Tears sting my eyes as I watch you play through the pain, refusing to give up even when it would have been so easy to just let go. The determination on your face is almost enough to make me forget the hurt between us and focus solely on our love for this game that has brought us together.

When you finally score the winning goal in the last minute, my heart explodes with pride, even if you refuse to celebrate yourself. It's then that I realize: maybe being strong together means finding strength in each other even when things are at their hardest. And maybe - just maybe - we can find a way for both of us to be happy and successful.

"Wait," I say softly, reaching out to touch your arm. "Can we talk?" Despite the anger and hurt still lingering between us, I want to try one more time to bridge the gap that's grown between us. Maybe if we can find a way to understand each other better, we can make things work.

I hesitate for a moment before reluctantly following you to the car, my heart heavy with worry and uncertainty about our future together. As I climb into the passenger seat beside you, I try to summon up the courage to find the right words that will make everything okay between us again.

I take a deep breath and look over at you as we pull out onto the road, blood still trickling down your face. "Mayar, I love you so much," I say quietly, reaching out to touch your cheek gently. "Please, let's try to work through this together. I know it won't be easy, but if we both try..." My voice trails off as I search for the right words to make you understand how important this is to me.

I sigh heavily and lean back against the seat, watching as you stare straight ahead at the road. It's clear that my words aren't getting through to you right now, but I can't give up hope just yet. Perhaps in time, when we both have had a chance to calm down and think things over, we can find a way to fix what's broken between us. For now, all I can do is wait and hope that you eventually come around.

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage as I try once again to get through to you. "Mayar, I understand that football is important, but it's not everything," I say softly, meeting your gaze for the first time since we left the stadium. "You can't ignore me anymore; you have to make some room in your life for me too."

There's a long silence as I wait for your response. Your jaw tightens and your eyes narrow, but you don't say anything. Finally, I ask hesitantly: "What do you need from me? How can we find a balance between our lives?"

I feel my heart sink as you confirm that football truly is everything to you. The anger and frustration I've been holding in bursts forth, and a tear slips down my cheek. "Then why did we even bother trying?" I choke out. "Why didn't you just choose your career over me from the start?"

My eyes widen in disbelief as you finally say the words out loud. "Then why do you treat me like this?" I choke out, anger giving way to a fresh wave of hurt. "Why can't we find some way for us to be together and still make our dreams come true?"

There's another long silence as I wait for your response. Eventually, I stand up, unable to sit there anymore and pretend like everything is okay when it clearly isn't. "I love you too," I whisper, before turning away and walking out of the room, my heart feeling heavier than ever.

I stop where I am, my hand resting on the doorknob. A part of me wants to turn around and go back to you, to hear what else you have to say, but another part is afraid that if I do, I'll only end up more hurt than before.

With a deep breath, I close my eyes and try to find the courage within myself to face you again. Finally, I turn slowly around, forcing myself to meet your cold gaze head on. "Alright," I whisper hoarsely. "What is it?"

I take a step closer to him, trying to find some reassurance in his words. "No, not entirely," I admit quietly. "But we can work on it together. I'll try to understand the demands of your job better, and you can make more time for us when things calm down."

He watches me intently, his expression unreadable. Despite my own doubts and fears, there's a tiny spark of hope inside me now that we're at least talking about it. Maybe - just maybe - we really can find our way through this after all.

I hesitate, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could... I don't know, try to be more supportive of each other." My voice trails off as I search for the right words, unsure how much more I should say.

He narrows his eyes, studying me carefully. Finally, he leans back in his seat and sighs heavily. "Fine," he says quietly. "But if this doesn't work out, don't come crying to me."

I pause, looking down at my hands folded tightly in my lap. "Maybe we could... I don't know, spend some time apart," I say slowly, hesitantly. "Just to figure out ourselves what makes us happy, and then we can come back together with a clearer idea of what we want from our relationship."

The words are out before I can really think about them, and the silence that falls between us feels heavy and oppressive. For a moment, I wonder if I've gone too far, but part of me believes that this might be the only way for us to find our way back to each other.

I take a deep breath and nod slowly, trying to hide the hurt I feel at his words. "Alright," I manage to say softly. "Let's try giving each other some space, and then we can talk again when we're both ready." As I stand up from the couch, I turn towards him and offer a small smile, hoping that he sees the sincerity in my eyes. "I love you," I whisper before walking out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me.

I stop with my hand on the door handle, my heart racing as I hear his words. Turning back to face him, I take a deep breath and try to steady my voice. "I'm just going to sleep," I say softly. "We can talk more in the morning." Before he has a chance to respond, I quickly duck out of the room and close the door behind me. As I make my way down the hallway towards our bedroom, a tear slips down my cheek as I wonder if this is really what we want. But deep down, I know that I can't keep pretending like everything is alright when it isn't anymore. And if this is what it takes to find happiness again... Well, then maybe we both need some time apart.

I hesitate but eventually turn back around, my expression guarded. "What is it?" I ask cautiously.

I take a step closer to him, unsure of what he wants to say. "What is it that you need me to do?" My voice wavers slightly as I try to maintain some sense of control over the situation.

His gaze remains fixed on my eyes, and there's something intense in his expression that makes me feel both scared and drawn to him at the same time. I hesitantly reach out to touch his arm, wanting to offer some sort of comfort or reassurance.

"I just... I don't want us to make any rash decisions without really talking about it first," I say softly, searching for the right words. "We need to be honest with each other and figure out what we both truly want."

I let out a small sigh, unable to meet his gaze as I consider how best to answer him. "It's not that I want to run away," I say quietly. "But we both need some time to think and figure out what's important to us." I pause before continuing, "I don't want this argument to define our relationship; I want us to find a way through it together."

There's another long silence as we sit there, our bodies inches apart yet feeling like miles. The tension between us is palpable, and I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I wait for him to respond.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as his hand touches mine and he kisses my knuckles softly. Despite the coldness in his words earlier, this small gesture of affection warms me inside. "Alright," I whisper, relieved but still uncertain about where things stand between us.

We climb the stairs to our bedroom in silence, his hand never leaving mine as he guides me gently across the room and towards the bed. As we lie down, my heart pounds erratically in my chest, afraid of what the future holds for us but still hoping that somehow, together, we can find a way to make things work.

I nod slightly, my heart racing as I follow him up the stairs. Despite everything that's happened tonight, the warmth of his touch sends a shiver down my spine and gives me hope that maybe there is still a way for us to fix this. As we reach our bedroom and climb under the covers together, I try to find some comfort in the familiarity of our shared space. For now, sleep seems like the only escape from the turmoil within me.

I nod slightly, my teeth chattering despite the warmth of the blanket. "A little," I admit hoarsely. The tension between us seems to magnify the coldness in the room. As he watches me silently from across the small space between us, a strange mix of fear and desire wells up within me. Part of me wants nothing more than for him to hold me close and make everything better again; another part is scared of what might happen if we give into those feelings.

"Maybe we should... sleep closer?" I whisper, hesitantly reaching out a hand towards him. It trembles slightly as it hovers in the air between us.

The warmth of his body and the feel of his strong arms around me send a wave of relief washing over me as I lean into him, snuggling closer still. "Much better," I murmur, my voice muffled against his chest. I close my eyes, feeling more at ease now than I have all night, and for a moment, it's almost possible to forget the troubles that lie ahead of us tomorrow.

I sigh contentedly as I nestle deeper into his embrace, my cheek pressed against the soft skin of his neck. "Me too," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. "We can find a way to make things work between us, Mayar. We just need to communicate better."

The exhaustion of the day finally catches up to me, pulling me under as I lose myself in the comforting warmth of his arms. For now, it's enough just to forget about everything else and pretend that we're together again like we used to be - before all this confusion and hurt came between us.

My heart skips a beat as I feel his lips against mine, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine. A tiny spark of hope ignites within me as I return his kiss, pressing closer to him and losing myself in the tenderness of his embrace. This is what I want, more than anything else - for us to find our way back together, stronger than ever before. It won't be easy, but if we both try... maybe someday we can forget about everything else and just focus on being happy with each other again.

I nestle deeper into your embrace, unable to resist the comfort and reassurance you provide. "Goodnight, sweetheart," I whisper as my eyelids grow heavy. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I imagine the possibility of waking up tomorrow to hear that your team has won. No matter what happens in the morning, tonight has reminded me of just how much I love you and want us to make this work together.

From where I stand in the stands, my heart swells with pride as I watch you speak to the crowd. It's clear how much this means to you, and seeing your dedication to both football and our relationship fills me with hope for what the future might hold. As the cheers of your name echo around us, I can't help but feel a renewed sense of determination to work things out between us. Maybe together we really can find happiness, after all.

Smiling brightly, I wrap my arms around your neck as you lift me off the ground and carry me out onto the pitch. The heat of the spotlight beats down on us, but it doesn't feel nearly as intense as the warmth that fills me when I look into your eyes. As the photographers click away, capturing our joyous moment together, I lean in closer to you, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude for everything we've been through.

In this moment, there's no question about whether football or my career will come first - because now it's clear that they're intertwined with each other, just like our lives are. And as long as we have each other, I know that we can face any challenge together and emerge stronger than ever before.

With a soft sigh, I lean into your embrace, feeling the warmth of your body radiating through my clothes and spreading throughout my own. You've been away so much lately, training for games and traveling with your team, that it's become almost like a second home to me when you're not here. But there's something special about being in your arms - about feeling the strength and passion that you put into both football and our relationship.

As we sit together on the couch, I gaze up at your face, searching for any sign of regret or uncertainty. But what I see instead is a man who loves me deeply, and who wants nothing more than to make this work between us. For the first time in weeks, it feels like maybe everything really is going to be alright.

Closing my eyes, I nestle deeper into your embrace, savoring the feeling of your strong arms around me and the reassuring scent of your cologne. "I love you too," I whisper softly, my heart finally beginning to mend beneath the weight of your steady gaze. For now, all that matters is this moment - being together in spite of everything else.

And maybe, just maybe, if we can find a way to hold onto this feeling and nurture it through whatever challenges lie ahead... then we really can have forever.

I smile up at him as I consider his question. "Honestly?" I ask quietly. "I dream about spending more time with you. Not just here in the apartment, but traveling together and exploring new places. I want to see where your football career takes us." My voice trails off, and my cheeks flush at the realization that what I've said is true: I want nothing more than for our lives to be intertwined, forever.

But as he watches me, something shifts in his expression, making me wonder if maybe I shouldn't have been so honest after all...

Her eyes widen in surprise and delight as she listens to his words. "Really? Italy?" She asks excitedly, unable to hide her excitement. This is exactly the kind of dream vacation that they had talked about before their arguments started. It feels like a small step towards mending things between them.

A tiny flicker of hope ignites within her chest as she imagines spending a week in Italy with him, exploring new places and creating memories together. Maybe, just maybe, they really can find their way back to each other after all.

Smiling warmly up at him, she wraps her arms around his neck and presses her lips to his. "Thank you," she whispers, sincere gratitude in her voice. "This means so much to me." As they sit there together, their hearts slowly begin to mend, a renewed sense of love and connection growing between them.

She nestles closer into his embrace, wishing that they could stay like this forever - but knowing that soon enough, reality will set in and they'll have to figure out how to make things work outside of the fantasy world of their vacation. Still, for now, she's content to enjoy every moment with him.

Her heart drops like a stone as she reads the message, her eyes widening in disbelief. This can't be true... but then again, why would someone lie about something like this? Panic starts to rise up inside her chest as she tries to process what this means for their relationship. "Oh my God," she whispers, her voice shaking.

Without another word, she jumps up from the couch and storms out of the room, leaving Mayar alone with his confused expression.

I can't believe it... I just need some time alone to sort through my thoughts. Please, don't try to stop me, Mayar.

I take a deep breath and try to compose myself before looking back up at him. "I-I don't know what to believe anymore," I stammer, my voice shaking. "You've been gone so much lately... and now this message..." Tears well up in my eyes as the truth of our situation finally hits me full force.

"Do you really expect me to trust you after everything that's happened?" I ask him, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pain coursing through me. "How can I possibly believe anything you say when there's this... evidence?"

I pull my arm out of his grip and step back, still avoiding eye contact. "The message I just got on my phone... it said that you're having an affair with this girl. And she even sent a picture of you together!" The last words come out in a whisper as I finally break down into tears, unable to believe what I'm saying.

"Why would someone lie about something like that?" I sob, hiccupping between each word. "How can I ever trust you again?!"

I stare at him, tears streaming down my face, unable to believe what he's saying. "Then why didn't you just tell me that? Why make me doubt everything?" I choke out between sobs, wiping my nose with the back of my hand.

His eyes search mine, and for a moment it almost seems as if he's struggling to find the words. But when they finally come, they only seem to make things worse. "I... I don't know."

I feel anger welling up inside me as his words sink in. "You should have trusted me enough to tell me the truth!" I shout, my voice rising despite my best efforts to stay calm. "And why didn't you just show me the picture?" My voice cracks on the last word, and I break down into fresh tears again.

I don't understand how we got here - how everything could have gone so terribly wrong between us. But one thing is certain: I can't keep going like this anymore. I need to know that he loves me and trusts me, or else...

I stare at him incredulously. "What do you mean it's not on your phone? Then how am I supposed to believe you?" My voice is tight and shaking with emotion as I back away from him, feeling more alone than ever before. I can't even trust the man I love, the man who says he wants to be with me forever...

The thought of it makes a painful lump form in my throat, threatening to choke out any hope that we could possibly make this work. The confusion and anger are too much; all I want is for things to go back to how they were before, when I knew without a doubt that he loved me and only me.

I stare back at him, tears streaming down my face. "I don't know what to believe anymore," I whisper hoarsely. "I just wish... I wish we could go back to before all this happened."

The hurt in his eyes mirrors the pain inside me, and for a moment it feels like everything has ground to a halt. We stand there, lost in our own emotions, not quite sure how to move forward from here. Maybe that's the problem: we keep focusing on what was instead of what could be, if only we could find a way past this wall between us.

It's not that I don't trust you... It's just that I'm hurt and confused. I want to believe in us, but it's hard when all these doubts keep coming up between us. If only you had just been honest with me from the beginning, maybe things would be different now.

I wipe my tears away and take a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "I need some time," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "Just... please don't try to talk to me right now."

Without another word, I turn on my heel and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me. The click of the lock echoes through the silence, feeling somehow final despite the hope that still lingers within me.

I can't stop my heart from aching as I make my way up the stairs, tears streaming down my face. The pain of our arguments and the doubts that have been planted in my mind are too much to bear right now. It feels like every time we take a step forward, something else pushes us farther apart.

Closing the door to our bedroom, I crawl into bed and bury my face in my pillow, trying desperately not to think about everything that's happened today. The memories of our happy times together threaten to overwhelm me with their bittersweetness, but they only serve to intensify the hurt inside.

Eventually, exhaustion wins out, and I drift off into an uneasy sleep, haunted by dreams of a future that now seems so uncertain. When I wake up, the sun will be shining outside and Mayar will still be my husband

My head jerks up at the sound of his voice, and I blink away my tears as I see him standing in the doorway. The light from the hall spills into the room, illuminating the space between us. Despite everything that's happened, it still feels wrong for him to be on one side of the door while I'm on the other.

I swallow hard and give him a tight nod, still unable to meet his gaze. "No... No, you should go," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "You can have your vacation." The words feel like knives cutting through my heart as I say them, but it's the only way I can think of to buy myself some more time - to figure out what I want and how to fix us.

I take a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to look at him. "No, I do want to go," I say finally. "But... we need time apart right now." The words taste bitter in my mouth, but it's the truth. I don't know how much more of this I can take; our arguments seem to be getting worse instead of better.

For a moment, I think he might argue with me, try to convince me otherwise. But he just nods slowly and closes the door behind him as he leaves, walking down the hall without another word. The sound of his footsteps fades away, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again.

The thought of going on our trip together used to fill me with happiness; now it only serves as a painful reminder of how far apart we've drifted. But as much as I want to go forward and try to mend things between us, I know that right now I need some space from you in order to sort through my feelings and figure out what it is that I really want. Maybe when we come back from our trip... maybe then we can give this another chance.

Tears sting my eyes as I listen to his question. "I-I don't know," I whisper, sniffing back a sob. "Just... please give me some space tonight." It's easier for both of us if there's some distance between us right now; it helps keep the pain at bay and gives us each time to reflect on our feelings without being influenced by the other person. I don't know how much more of this either of us can handle, but I do know that we need time apart in order for things to have any chance of working out between us.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, trying to muster the strength to be honest with him. "I... I don't know," I admit softly. "I still love you, but it hurts so much when you lie to me and keep things from me. How am I supposed to trust you again?"

A part of me wants nothing more than for us to forget everything that's happened and go back to how we were before. But another part knows that there are still too many unanswered questions, too much pain between us. Maybe when we come back from our trip... maybe then things will be different. For now, though, I just need some time alone with my thoughts.

I look up at him, my expression doubtful. "Then why did she have that picture? Why didn't you just show it to me?" There are too many unanswered questions still swirling around in my head, making it impossible for me to fully believe him. Maybe if we could get some of these things straightened out... maybe then I could find a way to trust him again. But until then, I need space from him. "Please," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Just go tonight."

With a heavy sigh, Mayar nods slowly and turns away, walking down the hall and disappearing around the corner. The sound of his footsteps grows fainter with each step until all I can hear is the quiet hum of the air conditioner and my own ragged breathing. Slowly but surely, exhaustion overtakes me, and finally, tears stream unchecked down my cheeks as I

I frown and wipe away my tears, feeling suddenly angry again. "And what about your phone? Why didn't you have that picture on there?" I demand, raising my voice despite myself. The truth is, I don't know if I believe his explanation anymore - not after everything else we've been through.

I turn away from the door and hug my pillow tightly to my chest, trying desperately to calm down. My head aches from all the emotions running through me: hurt, confusion, betrayal... I don't know what to do anymore. All I want is for things to go back to how they were before, when we trusted each other implicitly and knew without a doubt that our love would survive anything. But right now, it feels like that's nothing more than a distant memory, and the thought of it is almost unbearable.

Eventually, exhaustion over

Maybe it's true... but why would she send me that message if you weren't together? And why didn't you just tell me that instead of making me doubt everything? I don't know what to believe anymore, Mayar. It hurts too much.

I roll over onto my side and curl up into a ball, trying to push away the pain and confusion. My heart aches for us, for our marriage... but right now it feels like everything is falling apart around me. Maybe if we hadn't argued so much lately, maybe if I hadn't been so distant... things could be different.

I close my eyes tightly, willing myself to sleep and escape from these thoughts for just a little while longer. But even as exhaustion drags me down into oblivion, the doubt lingers at the back of my mind, refusing to let go its hold on my heart.

I turn over on my back, the words he just said echoing in my head. Maybe... maybe you're right. I should have given you a chance to explain things before jumping to conclusions. But it was so hurtful... seeing that message...

My heart aches for us both, for this mess we've made of our marriage. I wish I knew what to do, how to fix it all. Maybe when we go on this trip together, we can find some time alone and really talk about everything that's happened. We need to reconnect, find our way back to each other if there's any hope for us.

With a sigh, I close my eyes and try once more to drift off to sleep, hoping that when morning comes it will bring with it some answers, some relief from the pain of doubt and mistrust.

I know you're still here, watching me. I wish we could talk, but right now... it just hurts too much. Just go to bed, okay? We can try again in the morning. I need some time to think, to sort through everything that's happened.

My voice is soft and trembling as I speak, and I feel a fresh tear trickle down my cheek. Even though you're only a few feet away, it feels like there's an ocean between us. I miss the way we used to be, before all this started. Before everything became so complicated.

With a final glance in your direction, I close my eyes and pretend to drift off to sleep. But even as my breathing slows and my body grows heavier with exhaustion, my heart aches for the man lying on the other side of the room. The one who vowed to love me forever.

You're not making this any easier... It hurts to think you don't trust me after everything we've been through. I wish we could talk about it, sort things out. But for now, maybe some distance is what we need. (She rolls onto her side, facing away from the door and tries to get some rest despite the emotions swirling inside her.)

I guess... maybe you're right about that. Just please know that I do love you and believe in us. It's just been a really rough couple of days. (She closes her eyes, trying to find some peace amidst the turmoil.)

I walk over to where you're sitting and take your hand in mine. "Look at me," I say gently. "I know it's been hard on both of us, but we need to try and work through this together." Tears well up in my eyes as I continue, "I do love you, Mayar. And I believe that we can make it through this if we just communicate with each other."

I search your face for any hint of understanding or hope, willing you to believe what I'm saying. Because deep down, even though the pain is so sharp and the confusion is overwhelming, I still want our marriage to survive. And more than anything else in the world, I want us to find a way back to each other.

I take a deep breath, trying to find the strength to trust you again. "I want to," I whisper softly. "It's just been so hard lately... with everything that's happened..." My voice trails off as tears roll down my cheeks. "But if we can just be honest with each other from now on, and support each other through this... I think we can get through anything."

I squeeze your hand reassuringly, wanting more than anything for us to find our way back to the love and trust that we once shared. Because despite everything, despite the pain and the doubt, there is still a part of me that knows in my heart that you are the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.

I hesitate for a moment before meeting your gaze. It's hard to say the words after everything that's happened, but I know deep down that they need to be said. "Yes," I whisper slowly. "I trust you." The admission feels strange on my lips, but it also feels like a weight being lifted from my shoulders.

Maybe there's hope for us yet. Maybe we can find our way back to each other and build a stronger marriage than ever before. But only if we're willing to work together, to trust in one another and communicate openly about everything that's happened - both the good and the bad. Because it won't be easy, but I know in my heart that it's worth fighting for.

I smile tentatively and look away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "I trust you too," I whisper, my voice still uncertain but stronger than it was before. We've been through so much together, and no matter what happens in the future, I know that as long as we have each other, we can get through anything.

Tentatively, I put my other hand on top of yours and give them a squeeze, our fingers intertwining. It's a small gesture, but it feels like a step forward - the first one of many that we'll need to take in order to rebuild our trust and our love for each other.

My heart swells at your words, and tears well up in my eyes once again. I feel the same way about you; no matter what happens, I know that our love is strong enough to survive anything. "Thank you," I whisper, barely able to get the words out past the lump in my throat. "I love you too, Mayar. And I promise... I'll never forget it."

I hesitate for a moment before speaking up. "Well... there's one thing that's been bothering me lately. It's not about what happened with the girl and everything else, but..." I trail off, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "Sometimes you seem distant or preoccupied when we're together. Like your mind is somewhere else."

I watch as Mayar takes this in, searching his features for any sign of anger or defensiveness. Instead, he seems thoughtful, perhaps even a bit guilty. It gives me hope that maybe there's some truth to what I'm saying and that we can work on improving our communication with each other from now on.

I smile gratefully at his words, relief flooding through me. "It's okay," I say softly. "As long as we can talk about it and work together to make sure this doesn't happen again." A part of me still wants us to go on our trip, even if things aren't quite back to how they were before. But right now, just sitting here together and working through our issues feels like a small step in the right direction.

I lean over and kiss Mayar gently on the lips, grateful for his understanding and support. Together, we can get through this... wherever the road ahead leads us.

There's one more thing that's been bothering me, and it ties in with the trip as well... I want us to really take this time together and talk about our future goals, both individually and as a couple. It's important for us to have those conversations before we leave so we can decide if going on this trip is really what's best for us right now.

I raise an eyebrow in surprise at this news. "What?" I exclaim. "But we have tickets! And the time off work... everything." My heart sinks at the thought of having to reschedule our trip, especially given how important it was for both of us to take some time away from the pressures of our lives here.

I look over at Mayar, hoping he might have an idea or suggestion about what we should do next. It feels like everything is up in the air again, and I'm not sure how much more uncertainty we can handle without things completely falling apart between us this time.

Thank you, that means so much to me. I've always wanted to visit Japan; the culture and history there are so fascinating. Maybe we could even go next summer if our schedules allow for it?

I smile at the thought of going to Japan together and snuggle a little closer into your side. "That sounds perfect," I murmur contentedly, closing my eyes. It feels good to be making plans like this again, to know that we're still a team despite everything else. For now, talking about our future dreams can wait; all that matters is spending some quality time together and strengthening the bond between us.

I smile warmly at him as I get up to straddle his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. It feels good to be close to him again like this, to feel the familiar rhythm of his heart beneath my palms. Maybe there's hope for us yet... if we can just keep working on our communication and trust in each other like this.

I feel my heart speed up a little at his words, unsure if it's because I'm worried about something specific or because my trust in him is still shaky. "What is it?" I ask quietly, looking up into his eyes. "Is there anything you want to talk about?"

I consider his words carefully before speaking. "I'm sorry if I've been cold toward you," I say slowly. "It's just been a difficult few days for both of us, and I've been trying to deal with my own emotions. But I promise that I will work on controlling my temper and being more loving toward you. It's the least I can do to make things better between us."

I lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his lips, hoping that this show of affection will help ease some of the tension that's been building between us. "I love you, Mayar," I whisper. "And I want to get through this together."

I take a deep breath and think for a moment before answering honestly. "There are still some things that bother me about what happened with the girl at the match. But I trust you when you say she's just a fan and not interested in us romantically." A small smile plays on my lips as I gaze up into his eyes, searching for any sign of duplicity. "But as long as we can keep talking about things like this openly and honestly with each other, I think we'll be okay."

I lean forward to press another gentle kiss against his lips, grateful that despite everything they still feel so right against mine. It may take time for the hurt and mistrust to completely fade away, but for now, just being together like this feels like a small step in the right direction.

I close my eyes and smile softly at the feel of his warm hands on my skin. "For now," I say quietly, "I just want to enjoy being with you. We've had so much stress lately, but we need to take some time for ourselves and remember what we love about each other." I press my body closer against his, feeling the familiar comfort of his strength and reassurance. "I don't want to think about anything else right now except our future together."

With a contented sigh, I lean in to kiss him more deeply, hoping that this simple act can convey everything I'm feeling at once: love, trust, and the undying desire to make things right between us.

Sophie opens the door to find Lily standing there with a concerned expression on her face. "Lily! What's wrong?" She asks, stepping aside to let her in. Mayar watches warily from across the room as Lily hesitates before speaking.

"I... I need to talk to you both about something important." Her voice trembles slightly, and Sophie feels a knot of anxiety forming in her stomach. She glances at Mayar, wishing they could face this together. "Can we sit down?"

I hesitate before answering, not wanting to betray Lily's trust but also concerned about the tension between us already. "Lily... she's a friend of mine," I say slowly, keeping my voice low so that only Mayar can hear. "From university. Why do you ask?"

I look over at Lily nervously before turning back to Mayar, struggling to decide how much I should say. "We've been close for a long time... she means a lot to me," I whisper, hoping that this explanation will be enough for him.

But even as the words leave my lips, I know it won't. Not completely. Because there's more between Lily and I than just friendship. There's an attraction, a connection that goes deeper than mere platonic affection. And as much as I want to protect this part of myself from Mayar right now, I also feel like I need to come clean about it.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the conversation that is about to unfold. "Mayar," I say softly, my voice barely audible above the sound of our collective breathing. "There's something else you should know about Lily..."

I take a deep breath and continue softly, "We used to be... involved." I swallow hard as the words leave my mouth; they feel strange and heavy on my tongue. "It didn't last long, but we were together for a few months while we were in university." I glance over at Lily, wishing she could see the pain this admission causes me.

There's silence for a moment as Mayar processes this news. Finally, he pulls away from me slightly and searches my face for any signs of deception. "Why didn't you tell me this before?" His voice is low and accusatory, and I wince at the hurt in his eyes.

"I... I wasn't sure how you'd react," I admit quietly. "And to be honest, I was hoping we could just move past it without any problems." As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I wish I could

"We were... intimate," I whisper, my cheeks flushing at the admission. "It was a long time ago and we didn't mean anything by it." "But you never told me about her," he snaps back. "I find this really hard to believe that you wouldn't think it was important for me to know about someone who used to be so close to you."

My heart sinks at his words; I knew this would be difficult, but I hadn't expected him to react quite like this. And now that the truth is out there, it feels as though everything between us has been turned upside down.

I glance at Lily helplessly before answering for her. "She... she's concerned about us." I choke out the words, feeling the weight of their meaning settle heavily in my stomach. "She saw how upset you were after what happened and thought maybe we should talk about it, try to understand each other better."

There's a pregnant pause as Mayar digests this information. He turns his gaze back to Lily, studying her face for a long moment before speaking again. "How well did she know about us?" His voice is quiet but dangerous, and I shiver at the warning tone beneath its surface.

Lily looks down at her lap, unable or unwilling to meet Mayar's eyes. "She... she knew we were together," she whispers. "She didn't want to interfere in your relationship with Sophie." Tears begin to well up in her

I feel my stomach knot as Lily confirms what I've just told him. It was bad enough telling you about it in private; now that she has to say it out loud too, the tension in the air seems to thicken even more. "It wasn't like that," I start to defend her, but she interrupts me with a shake of her head.

"I didn't mean for it to happen," she says softly, looking at me with regret in her eyes. "We were just... we were having a difficult time and... it just sort of happened." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But I should never have done that to either of you, especially not now, when your relationship is so important to both of you."

Lily's gaze drops again to her lap as she chews on her lower lip nervously. "There was... one time," she says slowly, "when we were both really upset and... I messaged you. I wanted to talk to you about how much you meant to me." She pauses, looking up at us with tears streaming down her face. "I didn't tell him everything that happened because I didn't want to hurt either of you."

The silence in the hallway is deafening as this news sinks in. For a moment, all I can do is stare at Lily in disbelief, unable to process what she's just admitted. Then my attention shifts back to Mayar, whose face has gone pale with fury. He looks like he's about to explode and for the first time since we started this conversation, I genuinely fear for the safety of both L

Wait... you knew? About what she did, I mean? You found out about the messages? I... I'm so sorry, Mayar. I didn't want you to know; I thought it would only make things worse. Please understand that I had nothing to do with it and that Lily and I never meant any harm.

As she speaks, my heart races in my chest, afraid of what his reaction might be now that he knows the full truth. The tension between us feels unbearable, like a physical weight pressing down on me from all sides. But despite everything, I can't help but feel guilty for involving Lily in our situation in the first place.

Lily looks at me pleadingly before speaking up. "I'm sorry," she says softly, her voice wavering. "When I saw you together... when I realized how much you loved each other and how happy you were... it just made me want things to be that way for us again." She pauses, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "I wanted you both back," she confesses in a whisper.

As Lily speaks, I can feel the anger dissipating from Mayar's body. Instead, there is only sadness and pity. He looks at Lily with sympathy but doesn't say anything for several long moments. Finally, he turns to me, his expression unreadable. "I trust you," he says simply. "I know that this wasn't easy for you, and I appreciate your honesty."

I swallow hard, relief flooding through my veins as I

Lily nods slowly, wiping away her tears. "Yes... I mean, no," she stammers. "I didn't send the messages to make you jealous or anything like that. I just wanted you to know..." Her voice trails off, and she looks down at her lap again. "I'm sorry if it hurt you, Mayar. That was never my intention."

There's an awkward silence as Lily struggles to find the right words. Finally, she meets his gaze again and continues, "All I want is for both of you to be happy... together." Her voice wavers, but there's sincerity in her eyes that seems to reach past Mayar's anger and straight to his heart.

Lily glances at me before answering carefully, "Yes... we were." She pauses and swallows hard. "But I know that's not what either of you want to hear right now." Her voice trembles slightly, but she meets my eyes with determination. "All I can do is apologize and hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me for causing so much pain."

I sit quietly next to her, unsure how Mayar will react to this admission. A part of me wants him to be angry with her, but another part understands why she felt compelled to confess the truth tonight. No matter what happens now, our lives are all going to change forever.

I glance at Mayar nervously before responding, "Yes, we did." There's an uncomfortable silence as I wait for his reaction. "Lily and I were young and going through a lot of changes in our lives. We made a mistake, and we both regret it deeply. Please understand that she never meant any harm by coming to talk to us tonight."

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch Mayar process this information. His expression is unreadable, but there's something about the way he's looking at Lily that tells me he may be able to forgive her eventually. For now, all we can do is wait and hope for the best.

I feel my face flush with embarrassment as Lily blushes deeply. She lowers her eyes and stammers out a few words before I quickly interrupt her. "Lily, that's not important," I say firmly. "What matters is that we all understand each other now." I put a reassuring hand on Mayar's knee, trying to convey my support for his feelings through touch.

There's another long silence as the three of us sit there, struggling with our emotions. Finally, Mayar looks at me and asks softly, "Do you still love her?" His voice is raw, full of pain and vulnerability that I haven't heard before tonight.

I swallow hard before answering honestly. "No," I say quietly. "But I care about her very much, and I want what's best for her." As I speak, I meet his gaze unflinch

Lily flinches at Mayar's harsh words, tears streaming down her face as she shakes her head in disbelief. "Please," she whispers, "just let it go." Her eyes dart between the two of us, searching for any sign of understanding or empathy that isn't there.

I reach out to touch Lily's arm comfortingly, but she pulls away from me sharply. "We were young and stupid," she says through her sobs. "It was a long time ago." She looks up at Mayar pleadingly, desperate for him to see reason.

Lily looks at me helplessly, tears streaming down her face as she tries to compose herself. She takes a deep breath and tells us in detail about their sexual encounters, wincing as she speaks and trying not to reveal any more than necessary. Mayar listens with a growing fury, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. I can feel the tension between them reaching new heights, but I'm powerless to stop it from escalating further.

I turn to Lily in shock as she starts to gather her things, tears streaming down her face. "Lily, please don't go," I whisper, reaching out a hand to steady her. But she pushes me away roughly and hurries towards the front door, sobbing uncontrollably. As we hear the door slam shut behind her, an eerie silence descends upon our living room.

My heart feels like it's been ripped out of my chest as I look over at Mayar, his expression cold and hard. The man who just moments ago told me he trusted me is now a stranger to me, consumed by rage and hurt. What have we done?

No, Mayar," I whisper, shaking my head vigorously. "I would never do that to you." The thought makes me feel sick to my stomach. "Lily and I stopped being intimate long before we met each other. It was just a stupid mistake we made in college." I want so badly for him to believe me, but the pain in his eyes tells me he's not ready to let it go yet.

I hesitate, torn between my desire to be honest and the fear of hurting him even more. "We... it's not as simple as counting," I finally manage to say, hoping that he'll understand what I mean. "It was just a few times during a difficult period in our lives."

He doesn't look convinced, his eyes boring into me like knives. "And with her?" He jerks his head towards the door where Lily had disappeared moments ago. "How many times did you sleep together since you got back together with me?"

I close my eyes, feeling a fresh wave of shame wash over me. "Not many... maybe twice," I whisper. It's a lie, but I can't bear the truth just now. "We were both trying to move on and focus on our relationship."

No, we didn't... I mean, yes, but only once and it meant nothing to either of us. It was just a mistake in the heat of the moment and we both regret it deeply. Please try to understand that this wasn't about you or our relationship; it was about us trying to find ourselves apart from each other.

The words tumble out of me in a rush, a desperate attempt to explain the inexplicable. But even as I speak, I can see the disbelief on his face and my heart sinks deeper into despair. He doesn't believe me, and it feels like everything I've ever said or done is being thrown back in my face.

It was... it's not as simple as describing the physical act itself. There was an emotional intimacy between us that went beyond sex, a connection that we had formed over the years. It wasn't just about our bodies coming together; it was also about the comfort and understanding we found in each other's company. I realize now how selfish I was to think that I could have both you and her at the same time. But please believe me when I say that this doesn't change how I feel about you or our relationship.

I glance up at Mayar, searching his face for any sign of understanding or forgiveness, but all I see is anger and hurt. It breaks my heart to think that he might never be able to see past this betrayal, but a part of me refuses to give up hope just yet.

It's difficult to explain the emotional and physical connection we shared. There was an intimacy that went beyond the act itself; it was about comfort and understanding. Laila and I found solace in each other during a dark time in our lives, seeking support when neither of us had anyone else. But despite this, my heart has always belonged to you, Mayar. The love we shared and share is real and true, and nothing can ever change that. Please try to understand and forgive me for the pain I've caused you.

I take a deep breath, trying to find the words that can adequately express the depth of our connection with each other. We found comfort in each other's bodies, yes, but it was also about sharing memories and emotions. There was an unspoken understanding between us that transcended mere physicality. Our relationship was complicated, messy even, but I want you to know that my heart has always been with you, Mayar. The love we shared and share is real and true, and nothing can ever change that. Please believe me when I say that I am truly sorry for everything that happened and for the pain I've caused you.

The image of Laila flashes through my mind as I choke back tears. We shared an intimate bond that went beyond the physical, but yes, we did engage in sexual activities together. It wasn't just about penetration; it was about exploring each other's desires and boundaries in a safe and loving environment. But despite this connection with her, my heart has always belonged to you, Mayar. Please believe me when I say that I never meant for any of this to happen and that I am truly sorry for hurting you.

I stare at the floor, unable to meet your gaze as you say these words. I know that what we shared was wrong and hurtful, but deep down I can't help but hope that you might be able to find it in your heart to forgive us both one day. Even though Laila and I are no longer together, the pain of losing you hurts just as much. All I want is for us to have a chance to heal and move forward together, if possible.

"It was... it was during our first year together," I confess quietly, my voice shaking with emotion. "We were both going through a lot of changes and we made a mistake." Tears stream down my face as I tell him this; the guilt and shame are overwhelming. But despite everything, I can't help but hope that you will find it in your heart to forgive us someday.

Shaking my head vigorously, tears blurring my vision, "No... we... I mean, it's complicated..." I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Things have been different since she left... we never actually got back together properly." I glance at you pleadingly, searching for any sign of understanding or forgiveness in your eyes but finding only anger and hurt.

I take another shaky breath and force myself to be honest with you. "After she left, we stayed in touch... mostly because of our history together." I glance down at my lap, tears streaming freely down my cheeks. "There were times when things would get heated between us, but it never went any further than that." The words taste like ash as they leave my mouth; even admitting this much feels like a betrayal.

"I know you probably think I don't deserve your forgiveness," I say softly, looking up at you with tears in my eyes. "But I love you so much, Mayar... and if there's any chance that we could find our way back to each other, I swear I would make it work this time." My heart aches as I wait for your response, praying that somewhere beneath the anger and hurt, you can still feel something for me.

"I-I tried to," I stammer, my face flushing with shame. "But every time I did, something would happen and we'd end up back where we started." Tears spill over and course down my cheeks unchecked as I confess this final piece of our tangled web. "I don't know how to let her go; it's like we're tied together by some invisible thread."

The admission feels like a weight lifting from my chest, even though I know it won't make things any easier for you to understand or forgive. But I can only hope that the truth will somehow help us find our way back to each other.

No, Mayar, that's not true. I was just trying to move on and forget about what happened between us during college. Laila and I never slept together after we broke up in our first year of university until tonight when... well, when everything came out. I swear it, you have my word.

Please believe me, I would never intentionally hurt you or betray your trust like this. All I want is for us to be together and find a way to move past all of this.

It's been almost a year since we last talked, just after I found out about you and Laila. I was so angry with her that I blocked her number and avoided her on social media. Even though our connection ran deep, I tried my best to move on and focus on us. But it seems now that all of those efforts were for nothing.

My heart aches at your question as memories of our past together flood my mind. I can't deny that there was a time when I loved her deeply, but things changed between us over the years. She made choices that hurt me and hurt you too, Mayar. I want to believe that what we shared with each other back then still exists somewhere beneath all of this pain. But my heart belongs to you now, and if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, then perhaps we can find our way back together.

The thought of being with Laila again brings with it a wave of conflicting emotions; nostalgia, longing, and guilt all tangled together. But as much as I care for her, my love for you runs deeper. I could never choose to be with her if it meant hurting you in the process. Our love is real and true, Mayar, and even though we've been through so much pain and heartache, I believe that we can still find our way back to each other if we try hard enough.

The question catches me off guard; it's not one I've ever really thought about before. "I-I don't know," I stammer, feeling a flush spread across my cheeks. "Maybe? I mean, I've never been with a woman other than Laila, but I've always found them attractive." The admission feels like a weight lifted from my chest as soon as it leaves my lips; suddenly the air between us seems less charged with anger and hurt.

I glance over at you, searching your face for any sign of how this news is affecting you. "Do you think that means something about our relationship?" I ask quietly, worried about the potential implications.

My heart plummets at your words as shock waves ripple through my entire body. "What do you mean?" I choke out, tears welling up in my eyes. "I love you so much; we can work through this." But even as I speak, I know that the trust between us has been irrevocably shattered. The pain of losing you feels like a physical ache in my chest, making it hard to breathe sometimes. I search your face for any hint of hope or understanding, but find only darkness and anger reflected back at me.

My heart feels as though it's been ripped out of my chest as I watch you gather your things. "Mayar," I whisper, tears streaming down my face, "please don't do this. We can work through this together." But even as I say the words, I know that they ring hollow in the face of the hurt and anger you feel. All I can do now is hope that one day you'll find it in your heart to forgive me and let me back into your life.

I can feel the words cutting through me like a knife, my heart shattering into a million pieces as I hear you speak. Tears roll down my cheeks unchecked as I take a step back, wanting nothing more than to run away from this pain but knowing deep down that there's no escape. "I-I am so sorry," I choke out, the words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Please believe me when I say that I never meant for any of this to happen." But even as I plead with you, I know it's too late; the damage has been done, and our love has fallen apart like so much dust in the wind.

As I watch you stuff your belongings into bags, I feel a numbness wash over me. It's like my whole body has gone cold and nothing can make it warm again. A choked sound escapes my throat as I realize that this is really happening; our life together is coming to an end, all because of one terrible mistake. My eyes close tightly against the tears streaming down my cheeks, trying desperately to find some shred of strength or courage within myself, but finding only despair and loneliness instead.

I force myself to take a deep breath as I hear you mutter something about divorce papers. "Wait," I manage to say weakly, turning to face you. "We don't have to do that." My voice is trembling with emotion; fear and hope warring within me in equal measure. "We can find a way through this, Mayar. It might take time,

I wince at the harshness in your words, knowing that I've hurt you so deeply. My eyes search yours, desperate for some sign of understanding or mercy, but all I see is anger and pain reflected back at me. "I-I don't know," I stammer, tears spilling over onto my cheeks. "But please don't leave me like this... we can work something out." My voice trembles with fear and desperation; a part of me doesn't want to lose you, even though I know I don't deserve it.

Tears stream down my face unchecked as I take an unsteady step back, feeling like the world has just been pulled out from under me. "Okay," I choke out softly, forcing myself to nod despite the lump in my throat. "I'll give you some space." Even as I say it, however, a leaden weight settles into my stomach; I know that letting go of you will be far harder than any of us realize.

My heart feels like it's been torn out as I watch you leave, but I force myself to nod in understanding. "I-I appreciate that," I manage to choke out before the lump in my throat makes it impossible for me to speak anymore. As soon as you're gone, I slide down the door until I'm sitting on the floor, tears streaming unchecked down my face. What have we done? How did everything go so wrong? I close my eyes tightly, willing myself not to think about the endless questions and heartache swirling around me like a storm cloud.

Taking a deep breath, I force myself to steel my resolve before answering her. "I just wanted to see if you're doing okay." My voice trembles slightly despite my attempt at composure. "And... and I guess to apologize again. For everything."

Her words sting like a slap across my face, but I force myself not to react. "I-I understand." My voice sounds hollow even to my own ears; the lie tastes bitter on my tongue. Closing my eyes tightly against the hurt that threatens to spill over, I fight back the urge to beg her for forgiveness or a second chance. But as much as it hurts, I know that this is for the best. She deserves so much better than me right now.

"No... nothing else." My voice is tight as I force myself to keep it steady. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." There's a long pause before I add softly, "Take care of yourself, Mayar." Even as the words leave my lips, they feel like tiny pieces of me being torn away and scattered to the wind. But I know that this is what needs to be done; if there's any chance at all for us to find our way back together one day, we both need some space and time apart right now.

I listen to the dial tone for several heartbeats before disconnecting the call and setting my phone down on the bedside table. Even though our conversation was brief, it feels like a weight has been lifted from my chest; the finality of it all sinks in, but somehow I find solace in the knowledge that we both need this time apart to figure out what we want and who we are without each other.

As I lie down on my side, facing away from where he should be, tears stream silently down my cheeks. The ache in my chest feels like it's going to break me in two, but at the same time, there's an unshakeable hope buried deep inside that one day, we'll find our way back together. For now though, all I can do is take things one step at a time and focus on healing myself.

Sophie takes a deep breath and slowly opens the door, her hands trembling as she sees the figure standing there holding an envelope. She nods numbly in agreement, her tears blurring her vision as she signs the divorce papers without even bothering to read through them first. As soon as it's done, she shuts the door and leans against it, feeling a wave of relief wash over her before being replaced by an overwhelming sense of loss and emptiness. Closing her eyes tightly, she tries to banish the image of Mayar from her mind, but no matter how hard she tries, he's always there; a ghost that haunts her every thought and dream.

With shaking hands, she retrieves her phone and texts him, "I signed the papers." There's a long pause before she adds, "I hope you find what you're looking for, May

Her heart sinks as she reads his reply; it's cold and impersonal, with no hint of the love they once shared. A fresh wave of tears threatens to spill over her cheeks, but she forces them back, determined not to let him see how much this hurts. Shutting off her phone and tossing it aside, she climbs beneath the covers, curling into a tight ball as if doing so can somehow protect her from the pain of losing him.

The silence in her bedroom is deafening; every tick of the clock feels like an eternity, dragging by at an agonizingly slow pace. Eventually, exhaustion overtakes her and she falls into a fitful sleep, plagued by dreams of Mayar and a life that's quickly slipping away from her grasp.

Sophie sits in front of the TV, watching the match intently as her heart skips a beat with each shot on goal. When she sees you celebrate the game-winning strike, it's like a dagger through her already shattered soul. She feels an unshakeable desire to reach out and comfort you, to tell you that everything will be alright even though deep down she knows that nothing ever will be. The pain of losing you is so much greater than the hurt she caused; it's a void that nothing can fill.

With shaking hands, she sets her drink down on the coffee table and closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to think about you anymore. It's easier said than done though, as your face lingers in her mind no matter how hard she tries to push it away. Eventually, exhausted from fighting against her feelings, she retreats to her bedroom, climbs

Her heart stops as she hears your words on the news; a dull ache spreading through her chest like an unstoppable wave. It's official now; there's no going back, no way for them to take it all back and return to how things were before. She forces herself to keep watching, unable to look away from your handsome face on the screen despite the sharp pain that accompanies every word you speak.

Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she curls up into a ball on her bed, feeling utterly and completely alone for the first time in her life. Her thoughts spin wildly, caught between the memories of your touch and the reality of your new life without her. It's then that she knows, deep down in her heart, that there's no way she can move on from this; no matter how much it hurts, you will always be a part of her.

I can't help but smile sadly at your words; it's clear that you're trying to move on despite the pain you feel inside. And while I wish with all my heart that we could find our way back together, I know in my heart that I wouldn't be able to bear seeing you hurt like this again. Perhaps one day, when both of us have found peace within ourselves, we can come together again and try to mend what was once so beautiful between us. Until then, though, all I can do is wish you well and hope for the best.

Laila's words from before the match echo in my mind: "I think he'll be okay." It's a small glimmer of hope in the midst of the darkness that has become our lives since you left me. Perhaps she knows something I don't; perhaps her love for you is strong enough to sustain you through this pain. Whatever

Your words are like a dagger to my heart; it's hard to believe that you could ever stop loving me after all we've been through together. Perhaps time will heal the wounds between us, but for now, I have to accept the fact that our love is gone and focus on rebuilding my life without you.

I force myself to distract myself from thoughts of you by throwing myself into my work at the university. It's hard to concentrate sometimes when all I can think about are the memories we shared, but knowing that I have a purpose beyond being your wife gives me strength. Maybe one day, when we both find peace within ourselves, we can look back on our time together fondly without wanting to rip each other apart again. Only time will tell.

Discipline... that's something we shared once upon a time. Maybe if I focused more on building my own life with the same dedication you've put into your career, we could find our way back to each other one day. For now though, it seems like our paths have diverged irrevocably. All I can do is keep moving forward and hope that someday our stories will intersect again, under different circumstances.

Sophie nods in agreement as she watches your interview on TV. Despite all that's happened between you and her, there's no denying the admiration she has for your dedication to football. Maybe someday, when things have settled down a bit for both of you, you can find common ground again; something to bridge the gap that now seems insurmountable. For now though, she knows it's best to focus on herself and her own journey through life.

Sophie's heart aches anew at your words; a part of her wonders if you could ever forgive her enough to give marriage another chance. It's clear that she holds a special place in your heart, even now, but the hurt she's caused seems insurmountable. Perhaps one day, when both of you have found peace within yourselves and each other, things can be different. But for now, all she can do is hope and pray that someday you'll find it in your heart to forgive her.

Hearing your words, Sophie feels a sharp pang in her heart. A part of her wishes she could just forget you and move on with her life, but it seems that's easier said than done. Maybe one day, when the wounds have healed and the pain subsides, she can find the strength to let go and live without the memory of your love haunting her every moment. Until then, she will continue to carry you in her heart, knowing that no matter what happens, a part of you will always be with her.

As she listens to you speak about your marriage and divorce on the news, her heart aches anew. It's clear that the pain of losing each other is still fresh for both of you, even though they are no longer together. Perhaps one day, they will find their way back to one another; perhaps not. For now, all she can do is hope and pray that you find happiness in your life, wherever it may lead you.

Hearing you say that makes her heart hurt all over again; it's clear that the love you once had for her was deep and profound. Perhaps one day, with time and healing, she can find someone else to share her life with. But for now, the memory of your love is still too fresh, too precious to easily discard. Despite everything that's happened between you, she knows that a part of her will always be in love with you; it's just going to take some time before she can truly move on and find happiness with someone else.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your words; she feels the anger rise up within her, threatening to consume her once more. But then she remembers everything that led to this point and forces herself to take a deep breath, counting to ten before responding. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that," she manages to say softly, her voice shaking slightly. "It must have been very difficult for you." Even as the words leave her lips, she knows they don't come close to expressing how much pain and hurt she feels; how much she still misses you and wishes things could be different.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she hears your words. A small part of her heart lifts at the thought that you might still care enough to offer her help if she needed it. Maybe... just maybe, there's hope for them yet. Despite everything that's happened between you, despite the pain and hurt you both feel, perhaps there is still a chance for things to work out somehow. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she wonders what might happen next.

Her eyes light up as she listens to you talk about your dreams; despite everything that's happened between you, she still finds herself rooting for your success. Perhaps one day, when the pain of their separation has faded and they can look back on this time with more clarity, they might even find a way to be friends again. But for now, all she can do is watch from afar and hope that your dreams come true; that you continue to achieve great things both on and off the field.

Her heart sinks as she hears your words; they confirm what she suspected all along. No matter how much she may love you and want things to go back to the way they were, it seems that fate has other plans for both of you. With a heavy heart, she turns off the TV and heads to bed, hoping that maybe with time and distance, the pain will finally begin to fade away.

Her heart skips a beat as she recognizes your voice; it's been so long since they last spoke that hearing you now feels like a bittersweet gift. "I-I'm okay," she stammers, her throat tight with emotion. "Just trying to get through each day the best I can." There's a moment of silence as she struggles to find the right words; she wants to thank you for reaching out, but at the same time, she doesn't know if she can face you again without breaking down completely.

Finally, she manages to say, "I appreciate your offer for help... I just need some time." There's another pause, filled only with the sound of her uneven breathing. Then, feeling like she needs to change the subject, she asks tentatively, "How are you doing? How's the team?"

Her heart sinks as she hears the coldness in your voice; it's almost worse than before when you were with her all the time. Tears well up in her eyes but she blinks them back, refusing to let herself cry over something that's clearly not going to change anytime soon. After a long moment of silence, she finally musters up the courage to speak again. "I-I understand. Thank you for calling." The last words taste bitter on her tongue as she hangs up the phone, feeling more alone than ever before.

Hearing your injuries described in such vivid detail, she can't help but worry about you even though the pain seems to make it impossible for you to think of anyone else right now. As she listens to the news report, her fingers twitch, almost instinctively reaching for her phone as if to call you and check on your condition, only to remember that your words have made it clear: she isn't part of your life anymore. Her heart aches at the thought that even in pain you are able to push her away so effortlessly; it's a cruel reminder that there is no going back now. With a shaky breath, she forces herself to focus on something else... anything else.

Her thoughts drift back to the day you proposed; she remembers how happy they were and how confidently she'd said yes. It all seems like a distant memory now, buried under the weight of pain and regret. She wonders if one day, they could ever find their way back to that place where love was enough... or if they're forever fated to be apart.

Hearing the news about your injury makes her stomach churn; she can't help but feel guilty even though it was entirely unintentional on her part. She wonders how you must be feeling, knowing that you won't be able to play for an entire year. It brings back memories of when she would come see you after practice, helping you ice your injuries and cheering you up with her presence. A small tear slips down her cheek as she realizes how much you must miss having her by your side right now.

Maybe one day you'll forgive me enough to let me come see you after practice again; just to talk and offer my support as a friend... Even though I know it will never be the same between us, maybe that would make things easier for both of us to bear. For now, all I can do is hope and pray that your recovery goes smoothly, and that someday you'll find happiness again - even if it isn't with me.