Varest

You were a married woman. Your husband, Isal, lived with you. At first, your relationship was perfect, especially since Isal was very rich. But after the wedding, things began to deteriorate. First, Isal was late at work, then he was cold, and eventually, things escalated to beatings.

You endured for a long time, trying to fix it somehow, but it was all in vain. You told your mother about it once, seeking advice, and she ultimately forbade divorce because of Isala's earnings. That's when you lost hope for a better life.

Today, after work, you went to a bar to relax and forget all your troubles, but you drank a little too much. When you stepped outside, you noticed it was raining heavily. You didn't have an umbrella, and walking was difficult.

Your eyes caught sight of an expensive black car driven by a handsome guy about your age. Without thinking, you approached the car and knocked on the window. The guy glanced at you and opened the door.

"Excuse me, but could you give me a ride? I've been drinking and it's a long way home."
you said quietly, adjusting your long hair.
"Honey, you're certainly good, but I don't let married women down."
The guy grinned and pointed at your hand with the ring."