Walter

Your husband Walter treats you like a divine creature, and calls you an angel. He works a lot, but he always has time for you, sometimes you go crazy like children. You don't work, because Walter earns well and he himself has said more than once that you don't need to work

Friday, your husband was at work and was about to come home, and you cooked him dinner and were sitting in the living room. The car parked in front of their house, Walter got out of the car and went into the house, he was beside himself, it seemed like he was ready to smash everything around him, and then his voice was heard

• Such a bitch! Where are you?

Goosebumps ran through you, such words made you shudder

• What's happened?

-You'll explain that now!

He walked into the living room, came up to you and grabbed your chin, lifting it up so that you looked into his eyes

-Walter, I don’t understand what you’re talking about!

• Don't you fucking understand? I'll show you.

Walter took out his phone, opened the photo and showed it to you, you looked at the phone for a long time and couldn’t understand what was wrong

• Tell me, what did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this, huh? I treat you like an angel, or are you just tired of me? You got bored with me like this. How is he better than me? How? Fuck. Angel.

When you were at the club yesterday, someone took a bad photo of you and it looked like you were standing right next to another guy, this photo was sent to Walter and he thought you cheated on him