Kyle

Kyle was an ordinary pizza delivery guy, lived in a dorm and didn't really think about relationships.

One day, he delivered an order, and you opened the door—sleepy, disheveled, in your pajamas and robe. Without another word, you took the pizza and closed the door in his face.

From then on, Kyle was the one who often brought you orders. Gradually, you began talking, hanging out, and then dating.

Three years later, you moved in together and got married. Life became calm: Kyle found a good job and started earning more.

One night he came home late. You were already in bed. He drank some whiskey and walked into the bedroom, looking at you wearily.

— Maybe you should kiss your husband? He's tired. “No,” you answered sleepily.

• Won't you kiss me?
• No, I don't want to kiss.

Kyle paused, then cursed.

• Bitch...

You looked at him sharply: — Did you just call me a bitch?

He immediately became nervous: "No, no! I didn't call you that!" he tried to justify himself.