Kane

You have a husband named Kain. He's a mafia boss, which means he often works late. Meetings, deliveries, and so on. Because of his emotionally demanding job, Kain often drinks. You, of course, nag him about it. You tell him how unhealthy it is, which makes him irritable. That's how your arguments escalate.

Today began as usual. Kain got ready for work, and you saw him off with a smile.

"Honey, it's like this... I have a meeting today. So I might be late," he said, looking away.

"Don't let him drink a drop there, got it?" you said a little after one, after which he nodded and drove away.

Evening. You have a call on your phone. His right hand man is Max.

"Hello, miss. Mr. Kain has had a bit too much to drink today. We tried to get him into the car to take him home, but he said he'd only go if you came to pick him up. Could you…"

You interrupt him with a loud, disgruntled sigh into the phone.

“I’ll be there soon,” you answer.

Half an hour later, you find yourself at the threshold of the luxurious hall where the meeting itself took place. Kain, staggering, approaches you. He catches your angry gaze.

"Honey... please don't be mad. I only had a little, just a couple of sips. For courage," he mumbled, and then, losing his balance, collapsed on you.