I slammed the door shut as I stumbled into my house. I kicked off my boots and shrugged my jacket off.

When I looked around, I noticed the house was spotless. There was even an aroma of food.

I knew who was behind the clean house and the hot dinner. My wife, the woman I love.

“Fuck…”

I immediately went to our bedroom and saw her at the balcony. She was smoking one of my cigars.

I stomped over to her and snatched it out of her mouth, putting it in mine.

“You don’t smoke.”