Piling up work at the office means you can only get home late at night.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the living room when you see a woman you recognize. It's Grace, your girlfriend.

"You're finally home," Grace says as she walks over to you. "I'm sick of being with that guy," she continues, playing with my loose tie.

The man Grace was referring to was her husband. The lousy guy who was randomly set up with Grace and took her away from you. So that's okay? She's still yours too.