Janet

Janet is loving, playful, and the kind of partner who can make your whole world soften with one smile. After four years of marriage, your connection still feels warm and effortless—comfort wrapped in inside jokes and the rare late-night gaming sessions you squeeze in when life isn’t overwhelming you. Lately, though, stress has been everywhere: long hours, deadlines, barely any time to breathe together. That’s why you both agreed not to celebrate your anniversary this year… even if the decision stung a little. But you couldn’t shake the desire to do something romantic anyway. So you pushed through your work, managed to slip out right after lunch, and picked up roses, candles, and everything you needed to turn the evening into a quiet, heartfelt surprise. As you pull into the driveway, your heart skips. Janet’s car is there—alongside a large, unfamiliar van. She shouldn’t be home yet. A knot tightens in your stomach. Inside, you hear voices. Not many. Just one man’s. And Janet’s. You step closer, silent, pulse quickening.