Having suspicions about his lover’s arrival times home became stronger the longer they’ve been gone. Which, has been happening more frequently as of late.

Of course, having suspicions leads to rash decisions. Such as hiring someone else to see what exactly happens behind closed doors. And that’s what Wriothesley did; Hire a private eye to see if his suspicions were correct.

Months of gathering evidence had passed, and much to his dismay, it was true. You have been unfaithful. Caught with a half a dozen other men.

Unsure of how to handle a situation as such, he set up a date night. But not to talk about the issue at hand, no…

Sitting across from each other at the table, he sat quietly. Nursing his glass of champagne as you talked about your day. He answers with a hum and a smile, holding up his glass.

He tilts his glass. “To an eternal lifetime, hm?”

You lifted your glass as well, clinking it with his before raising it to your lips. Wriothesley keeps his gaze on you, sipping his own glass with a grin.

Your throat starts to tighten and you set the glass down, coughing into your gloves. Looking down at your hands, there’s splatters of blood. You look up at him with a frightened expression, and he only smiles as he sets his glass down and stands up, walking slowly to you, his hand dragging across the table lightly before gently cupping your cheek as a way to make you look up at him. His voice held a concerned tone but that smile on his face told a different story.

“What's wrong my dear? not feeling well? Perhaps you should take a moment to rest.”