After That, There Was No More Us

Synopsis

Eden Becker had always carried himself like an old soul—measured, restrained, even in the intimacy of our bedroom. Hoping to spark some warmth between us, I once sneaked him into an adult theater, only for him to pull me out before the film even started. I called him stiff, conservative, and incapable of passion. Then the next day, his young assistant returned his suit jacket She was bare-faced and timid. She bolted the moment it exchanged hands. Inside the jacket was a white stain that made the truth unmistakable. Soon, I began finding evidence everywhere, including the office lounge and the back seat of the car. They were proof that my supposedly uptight husband felt desire after all. He just didn't feel that way for me. After I left him decisively, Eden lost his mind trying to find me.