Rob pleaded, with tears and snots on his face, "I didn't mean to lock the door. I thought she had gone out. I'm so sorry. I swear I will protect her well and never let her face danger alone again."
To save his own ass, he pleaded and even made promises.
Rob wore only a pair of pants. One of his slippers was missing.
His hair was messy, and his belly was potted. This kind of image would not be liked by any girl.
I sent my parents home. I couldn't divorce him yet.
I wanted to see him with that girl first.
Rob thought I'd forgiven him.
He bragged to the girl. [Close call, but she's too dumb to realize I locked her in. I'll try again next time.]
I laughed at his stupidity.
He laughed too, muttering about buying me cosmetics to make up for it. But I knew he was broke.
We worked at the same company.
His salary wasn't bad, but he always complained about being underpaid as the first college grad from his village.
He was jealous of new hires becoming his bosses, and he dreamed of getting promotions.
Then he started playing the stock market. At first, he made a little money and boasted I'd be a rich man's wife soon.
Then he lost more and more, even his parents' savings.