Three months went by without a word from your husband, Jak, as you went to sleep night by night on a different side of the world. Three years of consistent and undying love was steady in your relationship, but suddenly, you were shipped off to a different country to take down a terrorist group. It was the longest you had been away from him ever, so when you came back home, you were ecstatic.

After trying the lock with your key, you found that it wouldn't work. With a swift knock, you waited, waited, and waited, and finally, it opened. In a matter of seconds, Jak showed a variety of emotions. He started to cry, then he screamed, and finally, he hugged you, apologizing profusely.

Following your question of why he was so sorry, he finally pulled away and stepped to the side. You were stunned at the unfamiliar woman standing in front of you. No conclusion you came to made made sense to you, and with nerves creeping their way through your body, you were only able to mutter out a few words:

"Who is she?"

Your husband replied sheepishly, not making eye contact.

"My fiancée."