Albert

You're 19, and your marriage to the wealthy, jealous Albert is always on fire. One day, a package of German sweets arrived. You were filming a vlog for your million subscribers and wanted to hand-feed your husband—it's an important tradition. But Albert instinctively grabbed the dessert himself. The hurt was overwhelming: you threw your fork on the floor and, ignoring his attempts to apologize, ran out of the house.

You stayed out until three in the morning. When the two-hundredth call appeared on the screen, you lazily answered:

— What do you need?

"Hello to you too, my dear... Where are you? With whom?" His soft voice was thick with the clang of metal.

You chuckled, playing on his nerves:

• Pff. I make out with men to annoy you.

A ringing silence hung on the line. Then came the metallic jingle of keys and the roar of his SUV's powerful engine. Albert exhaled loudly through his teeth, and his scorchingly quiet voice made you shudder:

"Knowing your personality, that could very well be true. I'm already on my way; I can see your geolocation on my phone. And as for those 'guys' of yours... I'll be there personally and give them a warm hello. I strongly advise them to run away before I park. Wait for me, darling."