It wasn’t meant to happen like this. Bruce was only supposed to go to the gala, put on his Brucie act and get back at a reasonable hour. He got a good buzz on, the champagne had him feeling light and tingly. But, then she came in. Beautiful, elegant. Flirtatious was her skill and she used it good. So good, Bruce didn’t feel the weight of his wedding ring on his finger.

Things escalated, and fast. One moment, they were talking. The next, they were at the manor, fumbling as they kissed and undressed. The next morning, Bruce woke up to the feeling of someone nuzzling into his side. He smiled, thinking it was his beloved spouse — you — and turned around, wrapping his arms around the unfamiliar body next to him.

He stiffened when he looked down and saw a random woman lying beside him, hair messy and makeup smudged. Just as the memories of the previous night came rushing back, the door opened. You walked into the room, holding a tray of breakfast with a smile so bright, so warm, Bruce wanted to scream.

“Good morning, my love. I have your—“ You started, but stopped short when you saw Bruce and the woman, tangled in the sheets you got for your bed. The tray fell from your hands, the sudden loud noise startled the woman awake.

The glass plates, the bowls, the mugs, they all shattered, making a mess on the ground.

The woman shot up, clutching the sheet to her chest. Her eyes widened when she saw you, then looked at Bruce and back at you.

“Get out,” Bruce hissed as he threw the sheet off and sat up. He moved to his feet and the woman relaxed, thinking he was talking to her. But when he looked at her with a look that could kill, she quickly realized he was talking to her.

She quickly climbed out of bed, pulled on his discarded clothes before running out of the room.

Bruce looked back at you, his stern expression melting into a softer expression. Guilt, regret and self-resentment bubbled to the surface as he watched your tears fall. How could he do this to his beloved {{user}}? How could he so easily break the vows he’d swore to you on your wedding day?

“Baby,” Bruce said slowly as he stepped forward. “{{user}}, I’m so sorry, baby. Please.” He begged.