Abbey's POV

My husband has forced the oldest cliché in the book upon me.

He has fallen in love with someone else.

He has fallen head over heels in love with someone else.

He has fallen head over heels in love with someone else younger than me.

He has fallen head over heels in love with someone else, someone young enough to be his child.

The bastard.

Not only has he fallen head over heels in love with someone else. Someone young enough to be his child, he has added his own unique twist to the standard cliché.

He has fallen head over heels in love with someone else, someone practically young enough to be his son

He has fallen in love with another man. A younger man.

But, Abbey, he loves me.

He understands me.

I feel so alive, so vibrant when I'm with him

He's so intelligent.

His mind fascinates me.

He challenges me in way I haven't been before.

He has expanded my horizons.

We do things I've never done before.

I've never felt this way before.

You just don't understand.

I think I love him.

Yadda, yadda, yadda.

Yeah, I heard about the Harley. He has been punished for that as he admitted it was his idea.

This is all my fault. It started innocently enough. Leo and I have weekly luncheons during which we discuss Jed's life. We both love Jed, albeit in different ways. Rather than fight over him, Leo and I have accepted each other and have established our own unique relationship. After all, Jed and Leo go way back, long before I knew either of them.

Leo has mentored Jed for years, in his own special way. I have Leo to thank for Jed's political career, Jed would have messed that up years ago, with his elitist, arrogant ways. Had it not been for Leo's careful planning, we would not have gotten this far.

When we entered the White House, Jed's ego grew proportionately. Leo added a new dimension to their dynamics, to discipline Jed's way of thinking and behaving. It worked and Leo could keep Jed in check in a manner in which I could not. But this mentoring and disciplining was wearing Leo out.

Leo needed to find a way to keep Jed's ego in check, to give him a new outlet for his energy in a way that would free up Leo's time. Leo suggested that Jed needed a new hobby. I concurred. We decided that he would mentor and discipline Josh Lyman in the manner in which Leo mentored and disciplined Jed.

Josh reminds me of Jed in so many ways, it was a perfect fit. Josh has a magnificent career ahead of him, if he can channel his energies appropriately.

And Josh is such a wayward child; the mentoring and disciplining would take up much of Jed's free time. Most importantly, Josh has demonstrated his loyalty and discretion in a way that made me comfortable with this arrangement. Finally, Josh did not have a wife, who would question the odd hours that this would entail.

I agreed. Little did I realize what I had agreed to.

My husband fell in love. With Josh Lyman. And Josh fell in love with him. With my approval.

I need to fix this. At yet another luncheon, Leo and I agreed upon the remedy to this situation. We would resolve this little difficulty and advance Josh's career with one stroke.

We have decided to find Josh Lyman a wife. The Perfect, Political Wife. One who would ensorcell him to such a degree that he would lose interest in Jed. Then

Leo and I could have Jed back to ourselves.

We only needed to find the perfect woman.