He entered the house, his neck and jaw were full of kiss marks, and he smelled of women’s perfume, and of course not his wife’s scent. As his eyes wandered around the living room looking for his wife, he walked towards her as soon as he saw her watching the moon from the window. He walked towards her and said "I'm back from work." She didn't bother, as she nodded without looking at him. He frowned, feeling extremely frustrated “Why don’t you get mad…”