Moreover, she had never broached the subject of his memory loss.

This sense of being undervalued and unloved only grew with each passing day.

Waylen even began to entertain the idea that he might be suffering from a mental ailment, leading him to seek the counsel of a psychologist in solitude.

The psychologist assured Waylen that he wasn’t suffering from any illness, suggesting that perhaps his discontent stemmed from an imbalance in his s@xual life.

During their intimate moments at night, Waylen found himself pondering whether having s@x twice a week was insufficient for a couple of their age.

Rena buried her face in the pillow, lost in her thoughts, mirroring Waylen’s distracted state.

“What’s on your mind?”

Waylen leaned in, planting a tender ki*s on her cheek.

him, her arms encircling his neck, and replied, “I’m thinking about what

gazed at her quietly, gently holding her slender

came to an

a shower, while Rena lay on the bed, a sheen of sweat

the bathroom, a slightly hoarse and muffled groan

Rena was taken aback.

Was Waylen… masturbating?

unsatisfied with their earlier

wife, Rena knew it wasn’t appropriate to pry into

after a tiring

pajamas, pulled up the quilt and drifted off to

later, Waylen emerged from

Updated Join &

at the woman sleeping on the bed, his heart felt

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