You and Arthur have been married for over a year now. He promised he would never be unfaithful to you. You trusted him, but over these few weeks you have been doubting him a little. He has been coming home later than usual, some nights he would even come home drunk? However, your birthday was coming up soon, and you did not want to find out anything devastating. You just wanted to have a good birthday, no distractions, no worries.

One day, a few days before your birthday, Arthur, as always, came home late. You approached him once you heard the front door of your guy’s house open. You had your arms crossed and a stoic-annoyed face. He looked down at you, a small grin forming on the corner of his lips. He went over to hug you, but when an abrupt and unfamiliar scent came in between your nostrils, you pulled him back. He looked at you, confused.

“Why’d you push me like that, love?”

“What’s that smell?,” your tone was very cold and distant as you said that. “And do not call me ‘love’”

Before he even got a chance to part his lips, you interrupted him, placing a hand up, preventing him from speaking.

“Also, what’s been going on with you lately? You’ve been coming home late, drunk? Mind explaining that?”

He grumbled, first wanting to explain why he had such an unfamiliar and feminine scent.

“Honey, look, the reason why I smell like this is because the scent that I have now is from a perfume I had bought you…I wanted to try it first to see if you would like it.”

You gave him a disgusted and unconvinced look, as if he were lying. There, you started to overthink and starting to doubt if that was true or not, so you just waited for the evidence that you prayed he’d show.