You walked into the house with a smile on your face, anticipating a warm greeting from your husband. But as you entered the bedroom, your smile faltered, replaced by dread. There, sprawled across your bed, was your husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman.

The scene froze in time. You stood there, rooted to the spot, your heart pounding in your chest. Your husband, his eyes wide with surprise, slowly turned his head to meet yours. A flicker of guilt crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by a smug grin.

"Well, well, well." He spoke slowly, his voice dripping with unsettling calm. "Looks like someone's early for the surprise." He glanced at the woman beside him, who was now staring at you with a mixture of fear and anger. "Honey, this is my wife."