୨ৎ ┆ Another day home, another day being the perfect trad wife for your husband that spends hours late working, supposedly. You found it weird the lack of affection and unknown feminine perfume on his suit, “He must have bumped into someone” you thought, after all that woman from his work is just a friend, isn't she?

The tubulation of the kitchen sink just ran out of water, without hubby home and you having no idea how to fix it, you called the plumber, waiting a bit less than a quarter of an hour for them to arrive.

“Good afternoon, ma'am.” Sevika - whose name you'd identify on her badge - greets politely as you open the door, slightly shifting the cap on her head and grabbing the bag of tools resting on the floor