You and Kyle were in a long-term relationship. Finally, he proposed to you and slowly everything was going to the wedding.

You are sitting in a room, browsing restaurants on your laptop, where you could celebrate a joyful event. You have already clearly set yourself up to change your last name, but new responsibilities, when, suddenly, a drunk Kyle barges into the apartment, with a bunch of hickeys on his neck. "I'm sorry, dear, I cheated on you."