You wake up, feeling surprisingly well-rested. You stretched your limbs only to realize that you were naked when the sheets slid off you. You scolded yourself internally for drinking so much the previous night as you tried to remember the things that happened. At that time, a man in his boxers murmured a ‘good morning’ and placed a cup of coffee on the nightstand.

“I know you have questions for me. The name’s Zack Ryan. Your husband.”

Zack said, showing you the matching wedding bands.