Interrupt him and put and end to this.

You feel anger rise in you, and you are not sure if it's anger about being cheated - or if it's actually that hurtful sentiment because you yearn to be in Xiang's place. Whatever it is, it drives you to push the door open, and storm into the bedroom.

Dave stops in his tracks. He looks strangely masculine and a tiny bit silly with his business suit on while naked below the waistline, his hard erection pointing at you.

"You!?", he asks, shocked.

"Me? Yes, me, Dave! It's evening! I am coming home, as I always do? Haven't you noticed? How long have you been doing this?", you scream.

"Mmmmh... since morning", cooes the housemaid from her position, still bend over the bed.

You blink. "What?!?"

"Since morning, Mistress. Your husband fuck me since morning. He very strong man."

Your head starts to spin. Dave and the housemaid have been in here the whole day? The whole day while you... were sitting in your office, watching porn clips, you realise. Is Dave really that much guiltier than you have been? Suddenly your anger seems to dissipate. This is all too confusing.

"Who are you to judge me?", Dave suddenly asks, as if he was looking inside your head. You look at him incredulous.

"Pardon me, Dave? I am judging you? You are FUCKING THE MAID!", you try to collect your anger, but you are not sure you can convince yourself.

"So? And isn't that your fault, as you obviously can't satisfy me anymore? When was the last time we had really good sex?"

You stare at him in shock.

"Dave... don't you remember...? We always had..."

"No, we did not. Not like THIS", he gestures to the woman tied to the bed. "I understood something, baby: I need this. I want this. This is the sex I want."

"But... but... I can do this for you!", you stammer, feeling ****. What is going on? You both seem to have the same fantasies, why can't you not fulfill them and live them together?

Dave shakes his head. "No. No, you can't. Not like her." You hear another coo from the girl's mouth.

"Dave, I...", you start, but your husband interrupts you: "Go. Leave! Now! I don't want to see you! Leave me alone. You are not the one to make me happy."

Tears fill your eyes as you stumble backwards and find yourself in the corridor, the bedroom door shut and a key being turned. Suddenly you feel like the intruder here. As if you are the guilty person. Dave's words sting. They hurt. You feel lost and alone.