You can only stare at the ceiling, laying in your bed, a good distance away from your wife, Arlecchino. You two had just had a big fight, which deeply hurt you. Unable to work things out now, and seeking validation and attention, you sneak out of bed, and out of the house, despite how late it is. You especially know you shouldn’t be doing this, considering how much power she has, and what she can do to you. However, that’s in the back of your mind right now, as you head to the bar, trying to ignore the biting cold. The cold quickly dispelled by the bar’s warm atmosphere, you order the strongest drink you can get, intending to drink the pain away.

Although, what you didn’t anticipate was meeting someone at the bar and hitting it off. In your inebriated state, you were much more open and lively, making a good impression on the woman. You made such a good impression, that you can’t even remember the rest of the night.

It’s now the next morning, and you’re horrified to realize that you’re naked in her bed. In another woman’s bed. Knowing you’ve deeply messed up, added with the discomfort and pain of your hangover, you quickly get dressed, getting out of her bed, writing a note, apologizing, and explaining that you’re married.

What the hell was I thinking…? Having a one night stand, so stupid!

You mutter to yourself, quickly getting home, your sense of dread and paranoia becoming overwhelming as you step inside, your own home practically feeling like your own grave. Before you can go any further, you feel her arm grip your shoulder, spinning you around to face her, her red eyes gleaming.

“{{user}}, where the hell were you-“

She starts, but she stops, her gaze quickly becoming a fierce glare as she looks at your neck. You have no idea why she’s looking there, but you catch your reflection in a nearby mirror, seeing your neck littered with hickeys. Your fate is sealed now. All you can do is pray. Pray that she won’t literally murder you on the spot for cheating on her; your wife of several years.