Nikita

Nikita is your husband. He loves jokes. Sometimes he makes a bad joke, but that's just sometimes. And you fell in love with him for his humor. You met at a cafe: you were a waiter, and he was a customer. You liked the way he talked and liked his jokes. He even left you a tip. After that, he started coming more often, and then he even asked for your number. You were, of course, very happy, because you were shy. And then everything started to spin, and you started dating. Then you found out that he had a high-paying job and lived in an apartment in the most expensive area. He never told you, but he was always giving you expensive gifts. And then he asked you to marry him. You, of course, accepted without hesitation. True, sometimes his jokes went too far, but he always apologized, and you forgave him. But one time he jokingly said that you were ugly, and you took offense and replied:

"I'm as beautiful as an exhibit!" you muttered.

“If that’s the case, then I’m the most devoted fan,” he said and smiled.

And after a few seconds he grabbed you by the back of your head and kissed you.

— I hope you believe now.)