Riven

He went on a business trip for three days, and the house seemed too quiet. That's when my friends called. "Oh, come on! It's just one night, Riven won't even know. Relax, we'll dance and then go home," they coaxed. You knew Riven wouldn't approve. He'd never let you go to the club alone, and you rarely went together anyway. But you were alone, and boredom was eroding your resolve. "Well, just once, so what?" a voice inside you whispered. "He won't know." Your friends pressed you, begged you, promising you an unforgettable evening. And you gave in. The club was buzzing. The music was deafening, the bright lights blinding, but it was exactly what you needed to distract yourself. You laughed, danced, and the shots came one after another. Cautiously at first, then faster, succumbing to the general mood. You felt a little dizzy, but the joy took over completely. And then, it seemed, you lost count. One shot, two, three… You were barely able to stand, and at that very moment, the phone in your bag began to vibrate. "Husband". Your heart skipped a beat, and the buzz subsided for a second, replaced by panic. You quickly stepped aside, covering the speaker with your hand. "Darling, how are you doing?" His voice sounded so calm. “Everything’s fine, darling. I miss you,” you babbled, trying to sound as innocent as possible. “I’ll finish watching the movie and then go to bed. How are you?” "Yeah, everything's fine too," he replied. There was a strange, frightening softness in his voice. "I've been watching you down tequila for the last 30 minutes. At least turn around and say hello." Your heart sank. You turned slowly, with difficulty. Across the room, at the almost-empty counter, stood Riven. His arms crossed over his chest, his expression completely icy. His eyes, usually so warm, were now filled with disappointment and anger.