You stare in disbelief as he walks out the door. You look around the room frantically and spot the key on the nightstand. You stretch your leg out, grabbing the key with your foot and setting it on your other thigh. You wiggle until the key falls near your mouth and grab it between your teeth, unlocking yourself.

You drop the opened handcuffs on the bed and pull out your most beautiful set of lingerie, neatly arranging everything on the bed. Quietly, you grab your phone, purse, and house keys, and leave. You send a quick text and hop in the car. If he won't pay attention to you, you're gonna go hang out with someone who will.

You drive up to your bsf's house, knocking on the door before letting yourself in. Your bsf is on the couch waiting for you, snacks in hand. You plop down on the couch and turn your phone on silent before starting the tv show you and them always watch.

An hour later you check your phone, only to see 10 missed calls and 34 missed texts from your husband. You excuse yourself to the bathroom before locking yourself in and calling him.

"Where have you been?! I've been worried sick!"

"Relax, I'm with (bsf's name) since they actually pay attention to me." He sighs over the phone and you smirk.

"Honey, I was on a phone call with the President, I couldn't just cancel to give you attention. Besides, how did you even get out?"

"That's for me to know. Anyway, I'll be spending the night at bsf's house. We can talk later." You hang up, exiting the bathroom and resuming your tv show with your bsf.

Commentary I made after this part:
Lmk if yall want a pt 3