Why You...

``No, no, no! For the last time, no!'' Steven shouted at Sally. ``I have no idea what the hell that you are doing, but you have been leaving the house late and coming back even later consecutively for the sixth time already! Just what is it you are up to?''

``It's just work, like I sai---''

``The hell it is work! What decent job requires someone to turn up after nine in the evening and releases them at three in the morning? Sally, Sally...'' Steven said, his eyes starting to fill with tears. ``Why are you doing this to me?''

``Doing what?'' Sally replied with indignation. ``Getting a job?''

``No!'' Steven shouted again, his tears seemingly replaced by his rage. ``You cuckolding me!''

``What the---''

``Yes! I've followed you out on the fourth day, and saw you meeting with a man! And the two of you were heading to the hotel. It was one of those dinghy hotels that almost no one went to, and the two of you... the two of you went in!''

``You were FOLLOWING me? You untrusting bastard!'' Sally started yelling back at Steven. ``How DARE you follow me when I am doing my business!''

``Oh? So it's a fucking business now eh? I see what it is... am I not providing enough that you need to whore yourself out like that? Why, why would you want to treat me like this, Sally! What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment?''

``Yes, you know what, fucking yes!'' Sally glowered back, eyes of steel. ``You stink at bed even though you think you are some kind of hot stud. `Hulk smash' was lame even back in the nineties, and there you are acting all juvenile each time we were making love. Then the whole `Sally do this, Sally do that' thing. He-llo? I'm your fucking wife, not a slave! A bad sex life I can live with and probably help fix, but not with your goddamn chauvinist attitude!''

``And so you cheated on me like a cheap whore?'' Steven recoiled in shock.

``So what if I cheated on you? Julian is dreamy, he's actually good in bed, and he's a gentleman about it! Hell, I'd rather have HIM as my husband than you, you good-for-nothing beta loser male!''

Steven took a couple of steps back in horror. Then, lines formed on his forehead and his eyes narrowed into slits.

He raised his hand and struck Sally across the face.