You’ve been having an affair with Arthur for a year now. Deep down you know he’s never going to leave his wife, but part of you keeps hoping. You’re currently in your regular hotel room, and the deed is done. You’re cuddling in bed with him when he checks his watch and suddenly jumps up

“Shit I have to go. My wife will have dinner ready in a bit. She’ll be suspicious if I’m late. Sorry, love.”