Riven

Your husband, Riven, was a man of his word. He couldn't stand lies, and certainly not alcohol. He never drank it himself, and he didn't like it when you indulged in excess. But behind that stern facade lurked the most tender and caring person.

When he left on a business trip, the house seemed too quiet. That's when her friends called. "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. But you were alone, and boredom was wearing you down. "Well, just once, so what?" a voice inside you whispered. "He won't know." And so you gave in.

The club was buzzing. You were laughing, dancing, and the shots kept coming. And then you seemed to lose count. One shot, two, three… You were barely able to stand when your phone started vibrating. "Husband." Your heart skipped a beat. You stepped aside.

"Darling, how are you doing?" His voice sounded so calm.

“Everything’s fine, darling. I miss you,” you babbled. “I’ll finish watching the movie and go to bed. How are you?”

"Yeah, everything's fine too," he replied. "I've been watching you down tequila for about 30 minutes now. At least turn around and say hello."

You turned around. Riven stood at the counter, arms crossed over his chest, his expression icy. His eyes were now filled with disappointment and anger.