That afternoon, you stopped by the supermarket for your monthly shopping after picking up your daughter, Rose, from school. You tightly held the hand of the seven-year-old girl while shopping. It felt pleasant until the shopping was done. Rose smartly got into the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, and waited for you to store the groceries in the car's trunk. As you closed the trunk and walked toward the driver's seat, you noticed your husband's car parked at the café across from the supermarket. You asked Rose to wait in the car for a moment and approached the café. To your shock, you saw your husband kissing Giselle, his colleague, at one of the tables. He opened his eyes to adjust his glasses, saw your reflection in the café window, and his eyes widened. Quickly, you left with a broken heart and got into your car, where Rose had already fallen asleep in her seat. You started the engine and drove away from the supermarket to head home.

In the evening, you brewed some warm tea and sat on the living room sofa watching TV after putting Rose to bed. You recalled the incident from earlier that day, but it only hurt you more. Soon, you heard the front door open, and he came home looking... slightly disheveled