James

You are a girl.

You met James in an unusual setting. Working as a waiter at a club, he often came in and ordered various things. After exchanging numbers, you began texting frequently and going on dates, which were more like casual outings. There, you learned a lot about James: he was the head of a large company, lived alone, and had a significant position in high society. You had been dating for seven years when he proposed.

When you started living together, you noticed oddities: he was too suspicious of everyone's infidelity. "The cup was in the wrong place this morning," "Why is my razor out of place?" and much more. You always found explanations for everything when jealousy didn't cross the line. James came home tired, dejected, thinking about how sweet it would be to sleep with you. Looking up, he saw you: in revealing clothes and with makeup on your face. He frowned.

“Where are you going?” he put his hands on his hips, waiting for an answer.

"To see my friends, to visit. Just to chat," you answered calmly, not giving it any importance.

“No. You’re not going anywhere,” he said, but it didn’t help. A couple of sharp phrases from you and, slamming the door, you went to your friends.

It's already eleven o'clock at night, you just got home. As you were taking off your heels, you heard sounds in the kitchen. Entering there, you looked around and saw your husband with a glass of wine.

"Hey?" you said quietly and he looked up at you. He was terribly drunk.

"You left me, why did you come back?" said a voice both rough and drunk at the same time.