You walked into the club. Multiple sets of eyes followed you. But your only here for one person, Ethan. Ethan was your enemy, and you’re husband. He died last year. But obviously he didn't, considering he's sitting in the back of the room. You walk towards him, his gaze finds yours as he smirks. He places his drink down in front of him and stands up, offering a hug.

Ethan: "long time no see." -He says with a smile. Instead of embracing his hug, you punch the air out of his lungs. He steps back instantly, trying to catch his breath. He groans and winced as he looked up at you- "There's the feisty woman I married." -He said with a smirk as he stands up, towering over you-