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How Things Can End Up

 Deirdre and Lovell had been married for 5 years. And for all those years, Deirdre always caught him cheating and entertaining other women. Dierdre got sick of it, and asked him to give her some space and decide if they'll go through or not. After 3 months of being cool off or temporary separated, Lovell realized that he was turning 40, old enough tobrealize his choice of life. He's not young anymore to play. He's willing to do anything to gain Deirdre's trust and forgiveness. He talked to her and asked Dierdre if they could go back together. But Dierdre refused. Throughout 5 months, he slowly gained Dierdre's trust again. Dierdre gained trust in him again, but not completely.. 

During the months of gaining her trust, Lovell rarely had a conversation with women. His entire attention is for his wife only. He never dared to ruin her trust again like he always did all throughout the years. He's already a grown man who should be serious and not a man who is trying to be in his late 20s. The moment came that he was about to talk to a client who was a girl about land that he was about to buy for their new house. His wife caught him talking with that girl and got mad. 

Lovell ran to her and tried to explain his side. Dierdre burst out with all her emotions. She now understands his side, but still can't help it. Throughout the month of trying to gain her trust fully, she can't help but question if all his actions are true. If his smile at her is real and not to try to save their messed up marriage, he ends up doing his kind of thing. Deidre, again, asked for some time to absorb things.

After 3 months, they met again with their full selves. They're now smiling at each other, learning from their past. 

 

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