There it is. The picture that's been plaguing you for the past week. Everyone you know has probably seen it already by now. Your Wife, Camilla, with the sweetest grin adorning her face as she's getting her hair ruffled by her coworker. You've never seen Camilla give you a smile as sweet as that one ever before. Hell, you were under the impression that she didn't even like getting her hair ruffled. She'd always shove your hand off of her head and give you a glare whenever you tried to do it, saying you made her hair look all messy. But with this coworker of hers, she appears to be giving him heart-eyes. She's even blushing a little.

"We're friends, honey. Friends act like that all the time," Camilla sighs for the third time today, rolling her eyes at you. She shoves your shoulder to push you away as she makes her way to the fridge to grab a can of beer. She's not in the mood to talk to you right now. Well, she never really is. But right now, she just wants to get herself drunk enough not to be able to answer any of your questions, in hopes that you'll give up and walk away. It doesn't help that you notice the hickey on the back of her neck when she reaches down to take a few cans out.