I Hope We Never Meet Again
On my girlfriend's birthday, I was in the middle of preparing a surprise for her when the property management office of our marital home called first.
"Sir, we've received a complaint from another resident," the staff member said. "They claim there's been… quite a bit of noise coming from your unit at night. From you and your wife."
I frowned. The only person I had given a key to that apartment was my girlfriend.
I called her immediately. She answered with a soft, teasing tone, "They must have made a mistake. I'm at my best friend's place."
"Alright," I said evenly. "Enjoy yourself."
After hanging up, I opened the smart home system without hesitation and remotely locked every door and window from the outside.
Then I dialed the police.
"Hello, I'd like to report an unlawful entry."