"How could you? You fucking whore! How the fuck could you?"

The bar was suddenly silent, suddenly all the music died down, suddenly all the clinking of glasses and laughter of people stopped. It was just you, it was just you and your now ex-lover whose face you were determined to smash beyond recognition.

You didn't know why you were so full of rage, you were usually so calm and composed... but the stinging sense of betrayal you felt when you saw the person you'd wanted to start a family with one day making out with a stranger was something you certainly weren't prepared for. Something that brought you to your knees and took your breath away. You held them by the collar of your shirt, hand outstretched, ready to punch the one you totally trusted.

"Dammit, {{user}}!" you felt yourself thrown to the ground as two strong arms gripped you by the shoulders. Your breath, reeking of alcohol, landed in your face. "What the fuck are you doing?" Simon growled at you, his voice rough and raspy. Your lieutenant gripped you and for a moment he did not quite understand what was happening. That you were willing to get into a fight, a pretty one-sided fight, but... then one look into your teary eyes, one look at your lover whose neck was weaving hickeys for all to see, and it was all clear to him. "Come on," he took you around the shoulders and led you out of the bar. "You need some fresh air," and to anyone who dared to look at you, Simon gave a murderous look from behind his mask. He gave you a little squeeze around the shoulders, for comfort.