Tonight, the air was heavy with the scent of alcohol as you heard the front door groan open, announcing his late-night return. As he drew nearer, the damning evidence of his unfaithfulness became painfully apparent – kiss marks adorned his face and neck, spoke of an encounter with Julia, his ex-girlfriend.

You moved closer, attempting to help him. But his response was a harsh push.

"Don't touch me. Why are you always here, pretending like this is anything more than a contract? Pathetic."