It was the most romantic moment as Jake kissed me in the rain. I felt my dress cling to my skin, and I could imagine us standing there, soaked, liked some cheesy romantic movie. The kiss was full of passion as we stood outside his house.

I heard a squeak from the direction of his house, but ignored it.
“I love you!” I shouted for the first time, clarifed by this moment, over the pounding of the rain. Jake grinned but before he could get the words out a scream boomed out from the left.

“Jake!” a woman yelled as we both looked in her direction. She stood in the doorway in a tracksuit, her hair in curlers. A little girl with blonde hair clung to her mother’s waist.

I pushed away from Jake, jaw dropped in realisation. “Jake?”
He looked from me to the other woman. “She’s my… my wife.”
“What?”
“Who’s this new slut, eh?” his wife yelled.
“I didn’t know!” I pleaded.

I couldn’t stay there. With my skin soaked through, and my coat at the bar, I ran through the rain, glad that no one could see my tears.