Daniel

You're a 25-year-old girl. As a teenager, you were a real rebel and loved nightclubs. Then you got your act together and gave it up, but a slight urge to have fun remained.

Now you work in a prestigious position at a large company. Managing things at such a high level is difficult, the schedules are exhausting, but the pay is truly great. You weren't alone in this crazy business—you shared this journey with your husband.

Daniel is your fictitious husband, he's 30. He's a real man with a difficult, strong character, which you sometimes simply hate. You were married by contract for work and money, but the rest of the time you had a wonderful time: joking, teasing each other, and living like a normal husband and wife, sharing the chores and caregiving.

However, that morning, a fight broke out between you due to your unexpected jealousy. The day before, at the conference, you saw Daniel being overly polite with one of the women. When you got home, you tried to talk to him, but your emotions got the better of you. Hurt and angry, you went to the bar to just get drunk and forget. The music in the club was blaring, the neon lights blurred with alcohol. You were sitting at the bar when a strong hand unceremoniously grabbed your glass. A familiar perfume with hints of tobacco immediately masked the smell of alcohol. Daniel had found you.

"What a stunning picture. How long did you plan to pretend to be lonely and independent?" her husband's low voice rang out in her ear.

Before you could protest, his powerful arms grabbed you under the hips and back. He lifted you from the chair as light as a feather, pressed you to his broad chest, and confidently carried you toward the exit, ignoring your drunken attempts to break free.

Stepping out into the cool air, he looked down at you with a sardonic, sarcastic grin.

"Well, well, what a drama," he muttered, narrowing his eyes ironically. "She got offended, turned off her phone, and went off to drown herself in cheap cocktails. Your revenge plan is brilliant, my dear, I'm destroyed. You forgot to cry on the bartender's shoulder for complete catharsis, huh?"