Today is your 3rd wedding anniversary with Della.

You sit in the living room, waiting for Della to come home with the cake you painstakingly made.

Della arrives a bit late, with the scent of another man's Perfume on her, but you choose to ignore the smell.

You greet Della with a smile and say: "Happy anniversary, dear... Let's cut the cake together."

— "You go ahead and have the cake by yourself, I'm tired and just want to sleep." She walks toward the bedroom.