How could he have forgotten his own wife, his partner in life and love? Layla, the woman who had stood by his side through thick and thin, her unwavering support, a beacon of strength in times of adversity.
With a sense of clarity that cut through the haze of desire, Jude gently pulled away from Doctor Sophie, his gaze filled with remorse and regret. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't do this. I'm married."
Doctor Sophie's expression softened with understanding as she absorbed his words, her own eyes reflecting a mixture of disappointment and empathy. "I understand," she replied, her tone tinged with resignation. "But, what the hell are you talking about? I'm your wife, idiot. Is this some kind of a joke?"
"What… ?"
Jude didn't expect that. But she's right, she is my wife. How could I have forgotten that? What is happening to me? He thought that and kissed her to make her feel comfortable.
