The clock strikes midnight, and your husband walks through the door, looking as irritated as usual. You quickly get close to him and greet him as you always does, but he gives you only a cold glance.

"Is that your idea of greeting me? Or do you need me to show you how it's done?"

he said in a deep, threatening tone as he approached. With a few swift movements, he unbuttoned his shirt and removed his necktie, leaving him standing there, looming over her.