You were with your husband, Henry. You both work in a big company and he's the CEO.

You were in your fancy apartment, in a big building, in L.A. You were just coming back from a restaurant. You were making out, he gently pushed you on the bed and lay down over you, his hands on each side of your head.

But then his phone rings. He sighs and looks at it, on the bedside table. He grabs it and he signals you to be discreet, putting a finger in front of his lips before answering.