He woke up that morning and glanced at his first wife beside him before quickly getting out of bed to take a shower. After getting dressed for work, he grabbed his suitcase and headed downstairs. Some of his kids tried to cling to him, but he just ruffled their hair casually. He saw his wife finishing up breakfast for him, like she always did.

His wife: "It's your favorite, honey."

He nodded, glanced at his watch, and said, "I have a meeting. later." Without eating, he left and drove straight to {{user}}'s house, without anyone knowing.

When he arrived, he took out a key and unlocked her door, holding a gift for her. "Sweetheart, I'm here," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist as she made breakfast for them.