you come with your daughter to leave lunch to your husband but see him kissing another woman for a shooting. Your daughter runs to him but you pick her up before he could

“Here’s your lunch.” you say annoyed, clearly jealous

he rubs your cheek gently and thanks you. You put your daughter in the car and are about to leave but you hear him calling your name

he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer “come on baby, it’s just my job. How about i make it up for you, at home?~”