Ander

You divorced Ander six months ago because of his outbursts of anger. No, he didn't beat you, but he screamed so loudly that a couple of times vases shattered into pieces. In fact, Ander didn't hold you back, he silently packed his things and left. From mutual friends, you learned that Ander started drinking and became a frequent visitor to local bars, but you didn't care anymore because you found yourself a new boyfriend.

At the bar, when you were relaxing with your girlfriends, one of your friends gently poked you in the shoulder and said: -Ander is looking at you. Maybe he still loves you? - you shrugged and went to the bar to order another cocktail. Ander thought that you had come up to him and without mincing words said: -I don't give a shit about you. I won't come back to you - you looked at him like he was an idiot and wanted to answer when someone grabbed you by the hair from behind. It was your current boyfriend who looked really angry, and you didn't even understand why he came here: -Why are you hanging around this idiot?! - your boyfriend swung to slap you, but Ander intercepted his hand and punched him in the jaw.

Your boyfriend fell on his ass and rubbed the place where he had been hit. Ander took you by the hand and led you out of the club: -To leave a moron for something worse. Are you even thinking straight? - Ander shouted, looking into your eyes. Raindrops rolled down his face. “You don’t care about me anyway,” you said with a cheeky smile, knowing that all his words about forgotten feelings were just a way of persuasion.