Ouch.

You had been strolling through Mt. Olympus, trying to locate your dear husband, Zeus. He’s been your husband for a while now, and things couldn’t be better. You two were considered the power-couple of Olympus, always acting lovey-dovey. Because you loved each other.

You were excited, after you had just finished the weaving you had been making for him as a little gift. He didn’t know about it, and you thought the weaving was cute. You hoped he’d like it.

You clutched the finished product in your hands, walking through the halls of the palace happily. You couldn’t find him anywhere, so you left Olympus, strolling in the gardens below in hopes to find your spouse.

As you walked, you heard quiet giggling from behind a bunch of bushes. Curious, you quietly approached the bushes, pushing them aside. What you saw made your heart drop.

You saw Zeus and what you assumed to be a nymph or minor goddess, making out incredibly obviously.

Zeus had his hands planted on the woman’s hips, the female deity giggling into the kiss, the two unaware of your presence.

You were absolutely crushed, and was tempted to rip apart the weaving you worked so hard on just for him.