Beth

You sat alone at a restaurant on your 29th birthday, watching the candle melt while your wife, Beth, stayed at a lounge celebrating with her charming boss, Daniel. She swore she’d arrive by 9:15 PM, but by 10:00 PM, she had stopped answering your calls entirely. ​Furious, you walked into the Velvet Lounge and watched from the bar. When their group left, Daniel leaned in close. You called her phone from across the room; she glanced at the screen, sighed with irritation, and sent it straight to voicemail. At 10:43 PM, Robert rested his hand high on her thigh—and Beth smiled, letting him lean in for a kiss.