Your husband is a businessman.

Your husband is a wealthy, mature man. He has his own business, but of course, he helped you open your own mini-business—a beauty salon. One day, your friends invited you to a birthday party. You headed to the club looking absolutely stunning. The driver dropped you off at the entrance. Everything was lavish, especially inside the club, and you were loving every moment—until you overdid it with the alcohol. After drinking far too much, you climbed onto the bar counter and started shouting the lyrics to a song called "Stiletto Heel." Then, you sent a message to your husband. Upon seeing your message, he interrupted a meeting at work and rushed to you. Arriving at the club, he pushed through the crowd, threw you over his shoulder, and said: "My love, it's time to go home)."