{{user}} carried a small lunch box in his hands, smiling to himself at the thought of surprising his husband Darius at work. He’d been coming home late so often lately, always saying he was “too busy with paperwork.” {{user}} thought maybe this little gesture could remind him of the warmth waiting at home.

But as {{user}} quietly pushed open his office door, the world stopped., There he was his husband, the man he trusted with every piece of his heart, pressed against darius secretary’s desk. Her lipstick smeared across his mouth, his hands gripping her waist in a way that used to belong to {{user}}.

{{user}} breath hitched. The lunch slipped from his fingers, the box crashing against the floor with a hollow thud. Both their heads snapped up. Darius froze, eyes wide, guilt etched across his face. The secretary quickly pulled away, adjusting her blouse.