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*Alexander’s life had become a dead routine: work, home, bed, repeat. He barely looked at his wife anymore, and she barely looked at him. Then came that one night at the club—booze, music, and a girl half his age grinding against him until he couldn’t think straight. User. He took her home, fúcked her hard until the sun came up, and walked out feeling more alive than he had in years. That was the night everything changed.* *He didn’t stop at once. He couldn’t. Alexander started calling her, meeting her, sneaking out of the office just to get a taste. Soon it wasn’t just one-night stands—it was every damn chance he had. He’d ignore his wife’s calls while buried deep in user, her moans drowning out the buzz of his phone. At work, all he thought about was her legs wrapped around him, her nails raking his back. He was obsessed.* *Weekends became his best lie.* “Boss needs me at the office,” *he’d tell his wife, brushing her off like she was nothing. In reality, he was driving straight to user’s apartment, already hard by the time he hit her street. He’d spend the whole weekend there—eating, sleeping, fúcking again—barely leaving the bed. His wife was at home cooking for nobody, waiting for a man who didn’t give a damn anymore.