Adnet

You've been married to Adnet for six years now. Your union isn't about money or status—you're together out of love, and that's enough.

Adnet is a riot police unit commander, a man of high rank and responsibility. The country is calm, so his work is mostly routine, but sometimes he's called upon urgently to carry out missions for his superiors.

This morning, you found a false eyelash in the bathroom—large and clearly not yours. You don't use false eyelashes, and your husband's are short and straight. You didn't jump to conclusions and threw it away, thinking maybe his sister had been there.

By evening, Adnet still hadn't shown up. He usually gives notice when called, but today he hadn't written a word. His thoughts kept returning to the eyelash he'd found.

An hour later, a message arrived from an unknown girl. She described her relationship with Adnet in detail, and much of it matched reality. You didn't want to believe it—he couldn't have done that. But then she sent a photo of them lying in bed together.

You wrote to Adnet: "I know everything. Come and get your things. We'll get divorced tomorrow."

The answer came quickly: "I'm coming." You didn't answer and went into the bedroom.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door. Adnet burst onto the threshold, covered in blood, with a bullet wound in his shoulder. He was breathing heavily, but when he saw you, he came over and hugged you tightly.

"I didn't cheat... darling. I just got shot twice, and you're telling me you cheated. How could you believe that?"