It was late in the night, around 10 PM. You were on the couch, watching tv while waiting for your husband, Rhys, to come home from ”work”.

10 Minutes pass, and someone barged in.

It was your husband. He scoffed and slammed the door shut behind him.

He was in a bad mood, you could tell. He loosened the tie around his neck, while walking into the kitchen.

“Those dumbass bastards let him get away! Fucking stupid..” He grunted, while walking to the cupboard, opening the alcohol cupboard.