"Caught in the act"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The knocking grew more intense. He could no longer pretend he hadn't heard it. He sighed, scrambled off her, and peered through the peephole. His face paled instantly.
"My wife!" He frantically grabbed his underwear, but in his haste, he put it on backwards. He then hurriedly pulled on his trousers, but in his haste, he tripped over the hem, hopping on the hotel carpet... She, however, remained surprisingly calm: "Who else?"
"My wife? Who
else ?!" He suddenly became bewildered.
"I'm asking you who else is outside. Look!" she snapped. He jumped to the door, standing there for a moment.
"No...no one, just her." She sneered. Since there were no local police officers with her, even catching them in the act wouldn't help. She might as well take this opportunity to confront them. She didn't believe she couldn't outmaneuver an ordinary, mundane housewife!
"Open the door, let her in." He hesitated, tucking his shirt into his trousers, then looked back. Seeing her resolute, cold gaze, he sighed and opened the door.
The woman peeked in, but instead of the expected outburst of tears, beatings, verbal abuse of her mistress, and demands for a divorce, she greeted him with a sincere smile: "Hi! Honey, I knew you'd be here."
He, who had been bracing himself for a confrontation, swallowed back his words, "Gotcha, gotcha, so what?"
"You must be so tired from work, coming all this way?" she said, her tone mocking, yet still smiling. His next words, "Divorce is fine, so what?" vanished without a trace, replaced by a slightly embarrassed chuckle.
She lay in bed, wrapped in the sheet, watching how this man would deal with his wife. To her surprise, the woman had an exceptionally good temper; she even helped him get dressed, putting on a suit, tying a tie, brushing the dandruff off his shoulders, and then stepping back to examine him closely as if he were a work of art: "Hmm! So handsome, no wonder young girls always have a crush on you."
She was furious, sitting up in bed, oblivious to the fact that she was still completely naked. The woman, however, acted as if she hadn't seen her, opening her handbag and taking out a bottle of Compal. "You must be tired! Here, have a drink to cheer yourself up."
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, then obediently took the bottle and gulped it down, like a schoolboy who had done something wrong being led home by his mother's hand. "Are you alright now? Shall we go home?"
So arrogant! She wanted to burst into a tirade, but couldn't find the words. The woman, who was about to leave, seemed to only then notice her: "Oh, sorry, we're leaving now." Still tightly holding her husband's hand, she gently closed the door, a sincere smile on her face: "My husband's got some skills... Bye-bye!"

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