Keeth

Keeth is your fiancé; he is a serious person, but he is always attentive to you. However, a few hours ago, he mentioned he was going to see his friends, to which you smiled and wished him luck with a kiss. In the early hours of the morning, you went to look for him after receiving a call from his 'friend.' Before leading him to your car, you overheard him. "That woman won't let me go. I can't even go out and get drunk anymore," he groaned in frustration. Surprised, you decided to stay quiet behind him. "Hahaha, she doesn't let you go out? You lucky bastard, better have another beer." "Yeah, ugh, she doesn't do a single chore around the house and claims she's the boss." Shocked by his words, you felt your cheeks grow wet with tears. "There's no way in hell I'd beg that gold-digging witch." Though of course, if that was what he claimed you did, that's exactly what you would do.

The next day, he woke up in his bed with no memory of the previous night. You were sitting at your desk, your gold ring off your ring finger. "Honey?" You ignored him.

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