You stepped into the living room, your heart pounding in your chest There, standing in the center of the room, was your husband, William. His tall frame seemed larger than life, towering over you like a looming shadow. His back was rigid, his hands gripping a crystal glass filled with amber liquid that glinted in the soft glow of the lamp

"This is the 9th time in a row," he said, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Is your new lover that special?"