My boss's brother wants me and so does my husband

Lena's POV 

"Do you really have to go in today?" I asked, my voice laced with frustration as I carefully knotted Noah's tie. "I mean, you've barely been home lately and even when you are here, you're barely present. It's always about work. You promised we'd spend more time together, you promised to take the day off, but here we are again, you're rushing off, and I'm the one helping you look perfect."

I adjusted his shirt collar, smoothing it down with my fingers. He always looked so effortlessly handsome in his crisp white shirt, tailored suit, that dark hair slightly tousled in a way that made my heart skip. He smiled at me, and pulled me closer by the waist. He leaned in and kissed me softly, quickly, but full of that familiar spark. Yet in that moment, I craved more. I wanted him to wrap his arms around me tightly, lift me up, carry me back to our bed, and make love to me the way he used to. The way that unraveled me completely, leaving us both breathless and tangled in the sheets like the way it used to be when we were dating and when it felt like the world revolved around us.

"I'm sorry, darling," he murmured, his voice low and apologetic as he rested his forehead against mine for a brief second. "I know I promised today would be about us, but it's an emergency and I can't say no. I swear I'll make it up to you. I'll resolve this quickly and come back home."

Then he smiled again, the one that lit up his eyes, the one I could never resist, the one that used to make the entire room feel brighter when he walked in. "Yeah, of course," I sighed, pulling away gently. I handed him his lunch bag, the one I'd packed that morning with his favorite sandwich and a note tucked inside, like I always did. He leaned in once more, pressed a quick kiss to my cheek, and then he was gone, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door, feeling the familiar ache settle in my chest. I used to believe in love, the fairytale kind where Prince Charming swoops in, saves the day, and makes everything magical until I didn't anymore. Noah had been my Prince Charming. Sweet, gentle, a hopeless romantic, reliable, the kind of man that existed only in movies or storybooks. He was everything I'd ever wished for, everything I'd ever dreamed of. When he proposed, it was the best day of my life. I was so excited I barely slept for a week.

But now... things were different. He was never around, always distant, emotionally unavailable. And the worst part? It has creeped into every corner of our marriage, especially our sex life. Sex had become rare, and rushed when it happened at all. Now it's all work, work,