Try and forget about her.

Without the distraction, you’re able to focus more on your life, and importantly, your upcoming wedding anniversary. You plan a dinner and a show in the city, with a night spent at a fancy hotel afterward. Rebecca is looking forward to the event, but misfortune strikes on the morning of your anniversary, when torrential rains set in and douse the entire state in a downpour. The highway is flooded, and with no way to get to the city, it seems your well-laid plans are dashed. Your wife, always the optimist, tries to make the best of your situation, and you have a romantic candlelit dinner at home whilst the sound of rain and thunder crashes around you outside. It's not quite the night you envisaged, but you enjoy it nonetheless.

That evening you and your wife spend the night in each other's arms making love. It's tender, passionate sex, albeit fairly vanilla, and it seems the occasion has lifted Rebecca's libido to the extent that she seems to not only be enjoying herself more but putting in the effort to pleasure you just as much. You end up falling asleep in a tight embrace, as the droning white noise of the storms outside lulls you into slumber. That night you have the most peaceful, most restful sleep you've had in months, and the very next morning you wake incredibly refreshed. You turn over in bed to wrap an arm around your wife, hoping that maybe she might be in the mood for some early morning hanky panky, but find that she's already out of bed.

You venture downstairs in nothing but your underwear and go towards the sound of her voice in the kitchen, where she seems to be speaking with someone on the phone. It appears she finishes the conversation just as you enter, and places the phone down on the counter.