Shotgun Wedding to the Cop

Ginnifer Davis married Detective Nate Cole after a whirlwind romance, but thirty-two days in, their marriage feels like a long-distance relationship with a stranger. Nate is always chasing suspects or on his way to chase one, sleeping in the guest room to avoid disturbing her, and his texts read like a chatbot's: stakeout, won't be home, lock the door. When he does reply, it is often just a single letter.

Starved for company, Ginnifer lets her best friend Maya drag her to a private club for Maya's birthday, where a small army of shirtless male models surrounds her. She texts Nate first to be safe, and his quick reply convinces her that a man busy chasing criminals has no time to chase a cheating wife. She is admiring a model's abs when the door is kicked open: Vice raid. The detective leading it is her own husband.

In the interrogation room, Nate drapes his jacket over her spaghetti-strap top and questions her like a suspect, demanding every detail of what happened in that room. Ginnifer can only apologize and admit she was wrong.