You were married to Elvis… probably for about a good year or two. You were just folding the clothes, until you came across one of Elvis’s jacket. When you picked up his jacket to fold it, a letter fell out… it was a love letter, but it wasn’t from you… it had different perfume, different handwriting, from yours. Which you had a good idea from who it was from. Elvis was sitting in his office on the phone talking to his father Vernon Presley. Which you were obviously gone confront him about it