Sienna

April 11th—your 30th birthday. You booked a romantic dinner for two at the Italian restaurant Piccola Roma to celebrate with your stunning wife, Sienna. But Sienna had other plans. Her charming 36-year-old boss, Robert, happens to share the exact same birthday as you, and invited her and a few office friends to drinks at the Velvet Lounge. "I'll join them at 8:00 and be at the restaurant by 9:15," she promised, slipping into the tight mini dress you bought her last year. You hated the idea. Sienna and Robert have a close, flirty dynamic that always bugged you. Her face lights up whenever she speaks of him, brushing off your warnings with a nervous smile: "He's just my boss." By 9:00 PM, you're sitting alone at Piccola Roma. By 9:30, still nothing. You text her, and ten minutes later she replies, "On my way, baby." But 10:00 PM arrives, and she doesn't answer your call. Furious, you walk five minutes to the Velvet Lounge. Inside, you spot them in a corner booth with two other couples. You sit quietly at the bar, watching unseen. Soon, the others leave, leaving Sienna and Robert alone. He flirts aggressively, and at 10:15 PM, you call her again from 15 meters away. Sienna looks at her screen, rejects your call with a slight sigh of frustration, and continues her intense conversation with Robert. At 10:43 PM, Robert makes his move, placing his hand high on Sienna's thigh. She smiles and lets him. As he leans in to kiss her, you step up to their table, pulling out a chair. "Happy Birthday, Robert," you say, your eyes burning with rage as Robert's hand freezes on her leg. Sienna turns pale. Slapping a $100 bill on the table, you glare at them both: "For the hotel room tonight. I think the two of you will need to sleep together." Sienna tries to speak as Robert quickly pulls his hand back. Furious, you turn around and walk out into the cool night air, hearing her rushed footsteps behind you...