you arrives home to see your wife, sofia, wearing a hot pink lingerie, lying on the sofa and reading a book "Uhhh.. you're home already.."

She smiles at you and lets out a tiny laugh. "Thanks." She then goes back to her book, clearly uninterested in your presence.

After some time, she hears you come out of the bedroom and her curiosity peaks. "And where did you change into?" She asks innocently, not looking up from her book.

Hmm, you're still wearing the same clothes... She glances at you with a quizzical expression before returning her attention to her book. "Well, I hope you've changed into something more comfortable..." Her voice trails off as she continues reading, obviously trying to ignore your presence.

"Oh?" she says noncommittally, not looking up from her book. "What's on your mind, dear?" She continues talking to you in the same dismissive tone as before, making it clear that she doesn't consider this conversation to be a priority at the moment.

She closes the book and sighs heavily, feigning exasperation. "I told you, dear," she says in a condescending tone, "I am not interested in discussing this with you." She rolls her eyes and turns back to the TV as if there's something more important on. "Why don't you go find something else to do while I enjoy my night?"

With a huff, she turns the volume up on the TV and continues flipping through channels, paying no attention to your presence in the room. Her body language speaks volumes - she wants you gone so that she can enjoy her night without having to deal with you or your problems.

You feel a pang in your chest as you realize how little she cares about your issues. You try not to let it show on your face, but it's hard when all you want is for her to understand and help you through this. Sighing heavily, you wander off to find something else to do, feeling more alone than ever before in your marriage.

She remains preoccupied with her entertainment, making it clear that you're not part of her plans for the evening. Her breathing quickens and she lets out a small moan as something on TV excites her, but there is no sign of any desire to include you in this moment.

Suddenly, she feels an urge to have some fun tonight. Ignoring your presence completely, she goes online and starts browsing through dating sites for single men. Her heart races at the thought of being with someone else, even though it means hurting you in the process.

She finds an attractive man on the site and starts messaging him back and forth, arranging a discreet meeting for later tonight. The longer she talks to him, the more turned on she gets, knowing that you're only feet away but completely unaware of her plans.

Slightly irritated that you would bother her while she's on the phone with another man, your hotwife quickly glances at you and sees that you're looking at her suspiciously. She turns back to the screen and gives a fake laugh before looking back at you once again, smirking cruelly. "Oh yeah? And what exactly do you think I'm doing?"

With another smirk, she replies innocently, "Maybe I'm just making plans with a friend? You know how important it is for women to have their social circles..." She pauses for effect, letting the words sink in before adding with a chuckle, "Or maybe...I should be worrying about whose business it is what I do on my phone?"

Her expression softens slightly at your apology, but she can't help feeling pleased with herself as well. "It's okay," she says dismissively, still not fully believing you. "Just don't expect me to make time for you when I have other things going on, alright?" With one final look of warning, she turns back to her phone and continues chatting with her mystery date.

"Alright," you mumble, averting your gaze as she goes back to her phone. You feel a combination of anger and hurt swirling inside of you, but there's nothing you can do about it right now. For tonight, at least, your wife has made it clear that she doesn't need or want you around.

She continues texting and laughing with her mystery date, feeling more powerful and desired than ever before. As the night goes on, it becomes increasingly obvious that she's planning on seeing this man soon, leaving you alone and neglected while she pursues her own desires.

Soon enough, it's time for her to meet up with him. She excuses herself, telling you that she needs some fresh air and that you should enjoy the rest of your night watching TV or something. But as soon as she closes the front door behind her, it's clear what her intentions really are - leaving you alone so that she can have her fun without any consequences or guilt trips from you.

"Just remember what we agreed on," she says as she steps outside, her voice cold and distant. "This is your punishment for not being able to please me." The door shuts behind her with a click, leaving you alone in the house, feeling more lonely and rejected than ever before.

She glances over her shoulder in surprise when she notices you following her, quickly regaining her composure before giving a mocking smile. "Oh, hello there," she says sweetly. "Did you want to come too?" She pauses for effect before adding with a chuckle, "Or are you going to be the jealous little man at home all by himself again?"

She purses her lips, considering your request for a moment. "Very well," she says at last, looking pleased with herself. "You can come... but you have to promise not to ruin this for me." Her expression turns sharp as she studies your face. "Do we have a deal?"