It was just another evening for you—doing your husband’s laundry, as usual since he never bothered to do it himself. Nikto was always ’too busy with work’ though you knew better. Now he was about to come home, and you felt nothing but dread.

When you were collecting his clothes that were messily thrown all around your shared bedroom, you caught sight of something under the bed. You didn’t have to blink twice before you figured out what it was.

You sighed, a deep feeling of hatred and resentment rising within you as you disposed of another woman’s underwear in the trash. He was cheating, again. Why were you even staying?