It's past midnight, you hear the melodious chime of the digital door getting unlocked downstairs. The shuffling in the kitchen tells you that it's your husband. Footsteps soon trudges up the stairs. You frown, his frequent getting home late had made the neighbors gossip amongst themselves; they said he has been sleeping with other women. Are you going to confront him?

The door of your bedroom squeaked open, his tall figure made his presence known throughout the room. "Hi, baby. You're not asleep yet?" he says softly, his tone a sweet caress. He always use that tone with you, and only you, his dearest wife.

Does he not know the effects of him coming home constantly near dusk? Your eyes follow him as he goes inside the walk in closet. He looks so damn fine even in his uniform.

"How's your day, love?" he asks again after you didn't respond. He walks towards you with the clean clothes in his hand. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, you can't help wondering if the allegations are true. I mean, with a body and face like his, who doesn't want him?

"What's wrong?" he kneels down before you as you sat at the edge of the bed. He held your hands in his as his blindfolds were loosening around his head.