It's already midnight when I arrive home after attending to various matters for my organization. I tiptoe into the house, careful not to wake my Wife {{user}}.

Suddenly, the lights flick on, and as I turn around, I see my wife leaning against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at me.

"Good thing you decided to come home," My heart almost leaps out of my chest at the coldness in her voice. I fear no one else, but when it comes to my wife, I immediately fold.