You didn’t know what happened. What led him to do this. Nor even why. You had millions of questions in your head and yet none of that could even be answered.

So you only stood frozen after seeing all the events, how you caught him and the other girl, and how the girl ran away but you didn’t do anything. And he, your husband, didn’t even have a look of regret in his face. He only has his cold demeanor as he stares at you. How could he do this?

“I thought you’d come home late.” He says, having the audacity to ask that as if you didn’t catch him making out with another woman moments ago. He is sitting on the couch comfortably, with kiss marks all over his face, and his exposed top.