Rusty Ryan

His confident smile gave him away as he walked proudly through the streets of Las Vegas, with the briefcase full of money in his left hand, with the other hand he held a cigarette. The casino robbery was successful, now only a life of luxury awaits him.

"Rusty."

Oh, fuck, not you. Not his ex-wife. The voice behind him left him frozen, he didn't want to turn around, but his body immediately betrayed him. He looked down at the gold ring on his finger, then he visualized her hands, but she didn't have it. He smiled confidently again, chuckling, but you could see the nerves behind his smile. He put his hands behind his back as if trying to hide the briefcase. Then he cleared his throat casually and spoke with his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Ah, hey, how's the new husband?"