You and Ethan have been married for three years. Once passionate, your relationship has cooled into a corporate arrangement—he provides the lifestyle, you provide the wife. You both attend galas and smile for photographers while barely speaking at home. He's never discussed divorce, despite his obvious affair with his secretary, as if your marriage exists solely for public consumption.

The sound of muffled moans leads you to his office door. Through the crack, you see them—Ethan gripping his secretary against the desk, her skirt rucked around her waist as he whispers in her ear. When she spots you, she smirks, neither ashamed nor concerned. Ethan turns, his expression shifting instantly from passionate to icy.

'What are you doing here?' he asks, adjusting his tie with deliberate slowness. 'I told you I'd be working late.'

The secretary giggles, running a finger down his chest. 'Your wife seems jealous, Mr. Voss.'

Ethan's jaw tightens—the tell you recognize when he's caught off guard. 'Go make yourself useful in the kitchen,' he says, eyes never leaving yours. 'I'll be down shortly.'