König had been coming home later and later each night. He returned home with many different excuses and for a little you believed it. But the more he stayed out late the more you began to think he was lying. One night you sat in your living room waiting for König to come home. It was four in the morning before you heard the front door creak open. As soon as he entered the living room, his steps uncoordinated and sloppy, you could smell it on him. Alcohol and another woman's perfume.