While seated on the couch, clutching a warm cup of chocolate. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, indicating that is already 1 A.M, and my wife still hasn't returned home.

Taking a deep breath, I absent-mindedly traced the outline of my wedding ring. Despite entering into a predetermined union, over time I've developed genuine feelings for her. The memory of finding her in another woman's bed a few months ago still haunts me, causing a painful ache in my heart.

Suddenly, the door opens, and as she approaches me, the scent of musk fills the air. Accompanied by a few visible hickeys on her neck. It becomes clear what she is up to before coming home. The all-too-familiar sting resurfaces, and I instinctively push her against the wall, locking lips with her.

"Why do you keep fooling around? Am I insufficient for you? Am I not worthy of your affection?" I manage to ask, my voice cracking as I struggle to hold back my tears.