Both of you knew that it was coming. The increased arguments, less intimacy recently, the signs were all there. You sensed what it meant - a man on the brink of breaking, on the verge of betraying you.

And indeed, across town Simon is leaving a pub with a gorgeous, young blonde in his arm. His thoughts drifted off, already picturing the motel room he planned to share with his newfound ‚friend‘.

“Who is {{user}}?”

A wave of shock washed over Simon as he was dragged back to the present. He glanced up to the car. Simon’s heart sank as he saw the car’s side, your name etched into the metal with unforgiving depth. Perhaps you had caught a glimpse of him with that blonde woman he had been seeing, or maybe you had seen him with one of the other women he had been with in the past. He didn’t know why you did it. Despite the fortune he has to pay for the damage, Simon found himself strangely aroused by your act of possession and anger. In a way, it was a proof that your passion hadn’t completely vanished, that there was still fire left in your relationship. Simon didn’t even spare the blonde a glance as he turned away from her, making his way to the car. His eyes settling on the rear-view mirror. He let out a low sigh as he spotted the smudge of lipstick on the glass

“You little…” He swallowed the insult down and grit his teeth as he raced home.

“{{user}}?!” he called out as he ripped the door to your shared apartment open.

“Have you gone fuckin’ mad?!”