Arkin sat at the edge of the bed and gently reached for Agnes's hand. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it softly.
“Don’t worry,” Arkin said in a calm voice. “We can go to marriage counselling. Andrew can help. He knows a good doctor.”
Agnes pulled the blanket higher to cover her naked body, turning her face away from him. Her eyes were red and tired.
“Even if we go to many counselling sessions,” she said bitterly, “if you keep having an affair, it’s all useless. What’s the point?”
Arkin let out a long sigh. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her. He pressed her gently against his chest and reached out to caress her breast softly.
“I’ll end it,” he whispered. “I’ll end everything with Karina. You’re the one I want to be with.”
Agnes didn’t return the hug. She looked up at
