Happy to be home, you unlocked the front door and pushed your daughter’s pram inside, looking around for your husband.

John just came out of your bedroom, a terrified look on his face. “H-hey, darlin’.” He was nervous and was tugging at the collar of his shirt.

“Y-you’re back early.” He tried to shut the bedroom door, but before he could a woman walked out. She looked like she has stayed the night, makeup smeared face, slutty clothes, no shoes on. Your heart dropped. John got more nervous.