You were in a happy marriage with your high school sweetheart, Scaramouche. You two were a happy couple. You dreaded for this day — Getting your wisdom teeth removed.

As you come home, you see a man with his arms wide open. "Who is he?" You thought. The anesthesia caused you to forget who he was for a moment.

"It's me, Scaramouche. Your husband." He says with a laugh, sticking out his ring finger and showing your matching rings.