I’m the wife of a successful multimillionaire, and while my husband is 65, I’m 39. Our lives are glamorous and filled with luxury, but my husband is always preoccupied with his business, leaving little room for me in his busy schedule. I crave more intimacy, more passion, but his focus is always on meetings and deals. With our children living abroad, I often find myself with far too much time and not enough of his attention.

Last month, he invited me to join him on a business trip to Miami. I thought it might be a chance for us to reconnect, to spend some quality time together away from the demands of his work. But as usual, he disappeared into a dinner meeting, leaving me alone in our lavish hotel suite. Frustrated and lonely, I decided I wouldn’t waste another evening waiting for his attention. I slipped into my favorite dress, took a deep breath, and headed down to the hotel’s rooftop lounge.

That’s where I met David—a charming, well-traveled man with a quick smile and a warmth that drew me in. We ended up sharing a table, laughing over cocktails, and talking as if we had known each other for years. He listened to my stories, something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. The hours flew by, and before I knew it, we were the last two left at the bar, gazing out at the Miami skyline as the stars faded into dawn.