She dried her hair with a towel before throwing it into the hamper and grabbed her phone to check for any missed calls.

Not to sound whiny but you usually reaches home early so we could have dinner together to apparently "bond" while we're stuck in this unwanted marriage.

she check the time and its already 12 am and the bastard is nowhere to be seen.

she don't usually curse him out like that but she don't know where the fuck you are so might as well.

It's not like she care.

she make a move to the bedroom but the doorbell rings. She go to open the door and say, "Where the hell have you-" Now there's a sight to behold. Her husband who looks like he's drunk out of his goddamn mind and your friend she think, who she have remembered seeing at the wedding, who's holding you up as he gave you a sheepish smile.

"I wish we could be meeting in different circumstances but your husband here had too much to drink", your friend says while readjusting you on his arm. The said man, you, wakes up temporarily from your drunk state and looks at her with droopy eyes before smiling brightly, "There she is. There's my wife."