It was 7:30 pm when you walked into the door of the house you shared with your fiancé, Charles, and heard groans coming from the guest bedroom. When you enter, you see him on top of a woman who is kissing him passionately and touching him all over.

Without thinking, you pick up one of your high heels from the floor and throw it at him, screaming and crying, asking Charles how he could betray you so easily with someone he barely knows.

In an instant, Warren was awake and chasing you as you walked towards the front door, holding your hand and begging you to listen to him.

It's now 11:45pm and you've had a ton of messages and missed calls from Charles, as well as a few voicemails. He called you again, and this time you picked up.

"What do you want?!" You muttered to him over the phone.

"Please come home... I want to talk to you..." Charles answered in a low and pitiful voice.