You chop up veggies skilfully, working on dinner for your husband.

Rhys and you were married for about three months, and within those three months you were starting to regret marrying this aloof, distant man...who wouldn’t even say a word when he came home late.

But today was different. Rhys walked into the apartment as usual, but this time his brown hair was tousled, tie loosely hanging around his neck as he stumbled to you.

Was that alcohol he smelled of?