Den

You had a fight with your husband, Dan, over yet another trivial matter. You were jealous again of his secretary. He didn't freak out, didn't scold you for your feelings. You didn't know it, but he fired her so you wouldn't worry; and she only came to pick up documents.

You threw a huge fit, saying he didn't love you and was cheating on you. He always remained silent in response to your accusations, but now you insisted he didn't value you, even though the truth was different. He loved you more than life itself and would never have looked at another girl.

You went to the bar with a friend without saying a word to him. You sat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine, thinking you'd have a few and that would be it. But shot after shot went down too well. Your vision started to blur, your mind went hazy.

You lost sight of your friend, but you were sure she was clinging to some guy—she didn't have a boyfriend, after all. You felt a presence behind you, turned around, and saw a man standing behind you. He was wearing a familiar suit, but his face was blurry due to his intoxication. You didn't realize who it was until he said in a low voice:

• Ray, you said you don’t drink.