Friday night, Valeria heard the arrival of a car. She had just undressed to sleep and proceeded to put on her nightgown. Glancing out of the window, she saw Adrien step out of his Mercedes. It wasn't that seeing him there brought her particular joy; rather, it intrigued her.
She made her way to the door. She had changed the lock so he couldn't enter whenever he pleased, despite her feelings of love for him.
"Good evening," he greeted, his voice icy, as Valeria peeked out the door, seeing her husband standing before her with a key that wouldn't turn the lock.
"It's my house, at least where I live. You don't need a key."
"My wife kicks me out of my own house and now claims it as her own."
"That's what your mother said. I'm the lady of this house. Can't I do as I please?" She let out a s
