ts and emotions. In a soft, remorseful voice, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm sorry." Wit

grets and mistakes. The sound of his sobs echoed in the bathroom as he sat in the chilled bathtub, allowing his tears to flow

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e top, and white sneakers, while his wife gracefully flaunted a sea-blue flowery dress paired with white slip

rteous staff member approached, "Sir-Madam, could you kindly mark the list with the food you desire? Your selections wil

s in a sleek black suit extended a warm greeting,

hall. Clad in a striking red dress and using a newspaper as a makeshift shield, she seemed

ession. Sensing the shift in her husband's mood, Mrs. Wood turned to follow his g

mile, attempting to reassure his wife, an

ick up his phone from the table. The message read, "Hey baby, meet

his wife a quick kiss, and walked away, leaving her behi

nd in an instant, the door swung open. Before him stood a beautiful lady clad in lingerie, her hair elegantly tied back. "Hey baby,"

Brindle?" he questioned sternly.

and neck, executing a catwalk before locking the door behind her. Returning to him, she held his hands and boldly asserted, "I'm s

rindle stood up, approached him from behind, and draped herself over him. "I have eyes everywhere, Richard," she replied. "Moreover, y

"I do, I do." Brindle persisted, "But you can't just come here, Ri

e too" Overcome with emotion, Mr. Wood lovingly hugged her, showering her with violent kisses on her mout

nt. Without hesitation, Brindle quickly turned it off, to

you're calling is currently switched off. Please try again later." Frustration etched across her face, she stood up and began to search, weaving through the surrou

there, but it was empty. She then ventured to the second floor, calling his number again with no

bar center, and nearly every corner, yet she still couldn't locate him.

stairs in their room, called his number a few more times and it was still off, she didn't know what to do,

behind the curtains of the hotel room. Encountering Brindle amid her bath, he walked in, still in his underwear, and found her sipping

asking you, where is my phone? My wife would be look

nd didn't even utter a word..

through his hair and stormed out of the bathroo

and other belongings, seemingly ready to leave. "Hey, hey," h

, and asked, "Where have you been?

idn't you call or text me, Richard? I've been calling you all day, your phone was off

don't know where I kept it," he mumbled, looking around

a female?" She walked closer, touching his clothes and taking a whiff. "Me," he res