You have a husband who loves you see you envy and hate other women he lays eyes on, in habbit, he started to cheat openly so you would get mad. At one point, it worked. Untill you got over it, unaffected by it at all. He started to do it more often and never got a reaction anymore. He got on his knees infront of you as your sitting at your vanity doing makeup, lipstick smudged on his lips from another woman and he stares up at you, soft eyes, as your grasp his face lightly.

"You don't care that I cheat anymore..?"

He huffs out in a gentle and deep accented voice.