My Flirtacious Husband

Genevieve took out the sheet music she composed yesterday afternoon and tried playing it with the violin.
She could imagine how the music was in her head while composing the piece but was unable to listen to it directly. At that moment, as she played, the upbeat tune produced by the luxurious violin sounded like a feast for the ears.
Genevieve had attempted to write a few songs since she learned violin at a young age, but all of the pieces were awful.
This time, however, perhaps because she was in a good mood or maybe she had poured her emotions into composing the piece, the tune was highly remarkable. She had unknowingly immersed herself in that indulging experience as she listened to the piece.
Unfortunately, only the first half of the song was great.
The tune for the piece’s second half did not sound right to her.
Genevieve sat cross-legged on the floor again and amended the sheet music on her notebook. Then, she tried playing the piece again, but all the same, she failed to find her groove.

“Ms. Rachford, I think it sounds wonderful.” Maria brought a plate of fruits to the living room.
Taking in Genevieve’s deeply furrowed brows, Maria added, “I heard the songs you used to play in the Rachford residence previously. In my opinion, this piece you performed earlier was better than all the songs I’ve listened to in the past.”
Despite receiving Maria’s compliments, Genevieve could not deem that piece a complete song because she was not satisfied with the second half of the tune.
She was determined to bring that piece to perfection.
Maria placed a piece of apple on the fork and handed it to Genevieve. “Have some fruits and take a break. You can continue working on it later.”
Genevieve nodded. She placed her violin aside and switched on her phone while eating the fruits. Only then did she see the message Armand sent her over an hour ago that read: Mm. This mushroom soup is indeed not bad.
She smiled. Suddenly, a thought flashed across her mind. She waved Maria over for the latter to sit next to her. After that, Genevieve opened the memo application on her phone and typed: Maria, do you think I used to love Cooper?
When she held Armand to sleep last night, various thoughts surfaced within her chaotic mind.
Genevieve knew she was in love. Still, the feelings stirred within her when she was with Cooper completely differed from those she felt when being with Armand. Yet, she was unable to specify the distinctions.
Maria had experienced something similar. Even her grandchildren were already a few years old. Listening to Genevieve’s question, she had roughly grasped the situation.
“Yes. You did love Cooper, but the kind of love is different from the affection you harbor toward Mr. Armand.” Maria thought for a few seconds before continuing, “You grew up with Cooper, and none of the other boys around you were more outstanding than him, so you admired and adored him. But that loving feeling is similar to how you feel toward your parents. You think of Cooper as your family, assuming he could take care of you. However, things are different in Mr. Armand’s case. You are willing to cook for him and like to cling to him, acting coyly around him at all times. You’ve already seen him as someone you can rely on. Moreover, you hold a sense of possessiveness toward Mr. Armand as you do not like it when other women stay by his side.”