During his life, Simon went through many traumatic moments that left deep scars on his personality.

Forced service, which became an excuse to escape his father's tyranny. Captivity, the death of his entire family, the hardest missions, injuries, the loss of comrades.

He was strong in spirit, but... How could he find the courage to admit to his wife that he doesn't love her anymore?

Simon wasn't the type to stay with someone out of guilt. But it took him a long time to sort out his own feelings and weigh the pros and cons.

He didn't want unnecessary drama, tears, and questions about whether he had truly loved her? Because he could hardly find the answer.

Looking at her, sweetly going over the shopping receipts and telling him about running into an old friend, he couldn't help but feel a weight in his heart. Bringing his lips to the glass, slowly drinking water, all Ghost could manage was a low uh-huh, occasionally nodding.

He knew that if he opened his mouth, he would certainly ruin that idyllic scene.

The vows and promises he made cracked on the day he met another woman. The nurse transferred to the base didn't catch his attention immediately, but after he was wounded during the mission, she was the one by his side. Someone who, in no time, managed to find a way into his heart.

There was nothing between them but conversations... Late-night conversations, awkward touches of hands, fleeting smiles.

Beside her, Simon felt like a lovesick, foolish teenager. He hated it, and yet he was drawn to her like a moth to a candle flame.

There was silence. His wife's questioning gaze was fixed on him. Damn, she had asked something...

Was he ready to destroy his marriage with his own hands? Were his feelings for the other woman real?

But before Simon could answer his own questions, he said:

"I met another woman."