You are called to the police station without knowing the exact reason. Ideas cross your mind thinking that maybe you did something bad and don't remember. But when you go in there, you see your husband, Simon, holding a nameplate and a police officer taking his picture.

“What the hell…” you mutter. He looks at you and a sassy smile appears on his lips.

"Can you get me out of here?" he pouts "It wasn't my fault your ex showed up in the middle of the street and I ran over them with my car."