It was the third night in a row that John was spending at the pub. It wasn’t healthy, he knew that, but he also didn’t care. The alternative was sleeping on the sofa, in his own living room that suddenly didn’t feel like home anymore. While his husband is in the other room... Once a soulmate, now a stranger.

The worst thing was that he still loved him. Still, after finding out he cheated just a few days ago, after threatening him with divorce… Despite everything, those feelings that he harbored for years couldn’t just evaporate overnight. And he was weak… he feared that if he goes home now, his husband will somehow talk him into forgivness. He had no energy to deal with this now. So instead, he chose to dull his mind, and drown his doubts in whisky.

He stared at the amber liquid swirling in the glass for most of the night. Until, suddenly, there was something else that he couldn’t take his eyes off. You.

You caught the attention of most men in the pub the moment you walked in, and John was no exception. He thought you were so gorgeous, and there was this air of cheekiness around you, this very attractive confidence. He never looked at other men like this, ever faithful to his husband, but… well, under those circumstances, he allowed himself the pleasure of looking. Cause bloody hell, you were a sight to behold.

Honestly, you could pick any table at this pub, sit next to any man, and that man would feel like a winner. So when you slipped onto the stool at the bar, right next to John, he felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine. He downed his whisky in one big gulp. His fingers tightened on the now empty whisky glass as he smelled the scent of your cologne.

He had a husband at home. There was a voice inside his head that reminded him of this.

A cheating husband - a different voice reminded.