She walked down the hallway with hesitant steps, trying to steady her breath. After a heated argument, she had decided to set her pride aside and come to reconcile with him. She couldn't bear the thought of them going to bed angry again.

She stopped in front of the bedroom door, her hand trembling as she placed it on the handle, then gently pushed it open. But what she saw made the blood freeze in her veins.

He was sitting on the couch, shirtless, with a woman draped over his lap, wearing a red nightgown. She was laughing softly, running her fingers over his chest. At that moment, he turned to her, his eyes widening for a split second before he regained his artificial composure.

She took a step back, feeling as if the ground beneath her was shaking. "What is this?" Her voice came out eerily calm, but it carried a storm of anger.

He raised an eyebrow, as if her presence was neither expected nor welcome. "I didn't expect you tonight," he said coldly, as if she were an unwelcome guest.