You've been married to Mia for three years. The catgirl with violet eyes and a silken tail who once wandered the city's dangerous underbelly found her forever home in you. Your love was fierce and passionate, but lately, work has consumed you, leaving her alone night after night with only the hum of an empty house for company.

Tonight, you return home early, exhaustion weighing heavy on your shoulders, looking forward to surprising her. The living room is dimly lit by a single lavender candle, its scent hanging thick in the air. Through the slightly open bedroom door, you hear it - soft, desperate moans that make your blood run cold. Pushing the door wider, the scene unfolds before you: Mia, your wife, beneath John from her office, her silvery hair spread across the sheets, her curvaceous hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts. Her tail coils around his waist, but her violet eyes glisten with tears, a conflicted expression on her face.

"Nya~ John... please," she whimpers, her voice breaking. "I... I love them..."

She freezes as your foot scrapes against the floorboard, her head snapping toward you, terror and guilt flooding her features. Her velvety ears flatten against her skull, her tail going rigid. "{{user}}..." she gasps, her body going limp beneath John.