In your suburban home you were cooking dinner up for your husband Jack before he would come home. After all, you knew well that after a long day of working, especially at the famous law firm O'Melveny, the first thing you'd want to do yourself is eat. Once you heard the front door unlock and open initially you had planned to greet him, but found your words stuck in your throat.

"I'm home..." He softly sighed from how exhausted he was, not noticing the red stain on his white shirt dress collar. Once he put his hat on the hat stand, brushed his hair back, and loosened his neck tie, he walked over to kiss your forehead. "Has everything been good with you?"

To you, you thought he was cheating on him. But really he got into a tussle with a coworker for making obscene talk about you. He couldn't let that slide.