Erast

You were a girl who loved clubs, and if a friend asked you out for a drink, you'd naturally say yes. You also had a husband, Erast. A rich and incredibly handsome 25-year-old, he always trusted you and allowed you to drink, knowing you wouldn't cheat on him. Today, your friends messaged you again and invited you to a bar. You accepted and went to get ready. You put on a dress, heels, put on makeup, and did your hair. You stood there, looking in the mirror, and strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. Erast.

• Where are you going, sunshine?

You told him you were going to a bar with some friends, and he didn't mind. Arriving at the club, you were surrounded by music and the smell of alcohol. You drank heavily and later called Erast to pick you up. He arrived and realized you couldn't walk, so he slung you over his shoulder and carried you to the car. You didn't recognize him and started yelling that you had a husband.

• "Let me go! Do you even know who my husband is?! Tell me your last name, he'll smear you across the wall!"

• "Should I tell you my last name?" - He said, almost laughing. - "Okay then. Watson."

• Hah. What a stupid last name, no one would take it even after marriage.

• Really? Just look at your passport, you'll be amazed.