Jayden point of view.

I almost have a heart attack at Simon's revelation, but I relax slightly, realizing that, after all, it could be any married woman in the world.

"What?" Daon asks incredulously, clearly taken aback by Simon's statement.

"Yeah, he's head over heels for her, and I'm trying to make him see the bright side. He just gets the good part, which is the sex, while the poor husband deals with the women's annoyances," Simon continues, seemingly unfazed by Daon's reaction.

Daon sits next to Simon, facing me, and seems to be processing the information.

"Married?" Daon asks, trying to grasp the complexities of my situation.

"Yeah, but don't you agree with me? He's getting the best part of the relationship, which is sex. He spends the afternoon with her, and the rest is up to her husband," Simon argues, still convinced of his viewpoint.

Daon considers Simon's words carefully and shakes his head negatively.

"Sorry, man, but I don't see it that way," Daon disagrees, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"No? How do you see it?" Jayden challenges, curious about Daon's perspective.

"I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm married now, but there are so many things as good as sex that you'll miss out on if you get involved with a woman who can't be yours," Daon explains thoughtfully, his tone reflecting his own experience and wisdom.

"Like what?" Simon prods, genuinely interested in Daon's perspective.

"Yeah, you know what it's like to have a girlfriend, it's much more than just sex. It must be awful to like a woman and know she's not yours," Simon lamented, his voice tinged with the weight of past heartache.

"Like, you'll never know how good it feels to wake up and see the person you love beside you. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and Jane is sleeping curled up next to me. It gives me a sense of peace, you know? Knowing that the woman I love is mine alone, that she's there with me. When the day is rainy, we spend the whole afternoon on the couch eating junk food and watching something. After making love, feeling completely relaxed and taking a nap together, enjoying a moment just for us. Knowing that you have someone by your side in good times and bad, supporting you, giving you love. With a committed woman, you'll never have any of that." Daon replied, and I stared at him reflecting on the intimate moments shared with Jane, trying to justify my feelings.

"I hate you! I remember my ex," Simon lamented.

"Yeah, you know what it's like to have a girlfriend, it's much more than just sex. It must be really hard, to like a woman and know she's not yours," Daon lamented.

"Yeah, I guess so," I muttered, contemplating his words. "But she is mine, after all, I have sex with her," I defended my stance, still caught up in the physical aspect of my relationship with Jane, trying to rationalize our connection.

"She's yours for a few hours. She's her husband's for life, he sleeps with her every night, he knows her, he knows her habits, her tastes, her insecurities. He has her," Daon asserted, his tone tinged with bitterness.

"Not for long. I want her for myself," I retorted stubbornly, my desire for exclusivity clouding my judgment.

"And what does she say about that? Is she going to leave her husband?" Simon pressed, skeptical of the longevity of my relationship with Jane.

"We've never talked about it, she hasn't been married for long, and her husband loves her a lot. I feel like she's afraid to get involved with me," I admitted reluctantly, uncertain about Jane's true intentions.

"Is she beautiful?" Daon asked.    

"Gorgeous," I answered.

"Married recently and beautiful? She and her husband must have a lot of sex!" Daon remarked, injecting a hint of sarcasm.

"That was everything I didn't want to hear," I muttered, frustrated by Daon's candid observations.

"That's true. They must be on their honeymoon," Simon added, his voice laden with irony.

"But with me, for sure, the sex is better!" I exclaimed, trying to hold on to what I believed made my relationship with Jane special.

"You said it right. Sex, just sex. With her, he probably makes love. And there's nothing better than that, taking your time, no rush, with lots of tenderness," Daon mused, a wistful smile playing on his lips as he thought of his own experiences.

"Yeah, it's true, I guess the connection when you love someone is different," I admitted reluctantly, realizing the emotional depth that was missing in my relationship with Jane.

I've never made love with anyone, only had sex, and everything they describe is new to me.

"Since I met Jane, I haven't missed a single night without us making love. It's different, you know, eye to eye," Daon confessed, reminiscing about the intimate moments shared with Jane.

She always closed her eyes when she was with me and only looked at me when I told her to and thinking about that makes me want to give up.

"Hearing her say how much she loves me. Knowing her likes, seeing her eyes shine every time she looks at me, holding her hand while she trembles with pleasure. Everything is different when you make love. When you're with someone you love," Daon explained, and I reflected, realizing the depth of emotional connection I yearned for.

"Yeah, that's decided. I'm going back to my ex," Simon joked, but I couldn't even smile.

I imagined that their relationship was different, and several times she said it was better with him, but I never believed her. Is it because of these things?

"So why don't you find someone who can offer you that? Lee Ji seems like a good girl, a decent girl, different from those others you're used to. You don't need to settle for the crumbs of a relationship like this. Has this woman ever said she loves you?" Daon asked, seeing through the superficiality of my relationship with the mysterious married woman that he didn't know was his wife.

I looked down and sighed in frustration.

"No," I replied softly, my frustration evident in the heaviness of my voice.

"When you go out with her, where do you go?" Daon asked, probing further into the dynamics of my relationship.

I shrugged, feeling a pang of discomfort. "Hotel." I answered, reluctantly.

"Yeah, so you'll never be able to hold hands, go to a restaurant, travel together. You'll never be able to call her yours," Daon pointed out, his words carrying a tone of solemn reality. "I think you should find a single woman." He stated.

"But I'm in love with her," I protested weakly, my voice wavering with uncertainty.

"In love? What's her favorite color?" Daon queried, challenging the depth of my emotions.

"What?" I stammered, caught off guard by the unexpected question.

"What's her favorite food? What is she afraid of? What makes her cry?" Daon pressed on, each question striking a chord of realization within me.

"I don't know," I admitted reluctantly, feeling a sinking realization settle in.

"Then you're not in love. When you love someone, you want to know everything,"