Have You Ever

  Picture this: A boutique shimmering with satin and lace, a sanctuary of romance and whispered promises. Enter Mr. Confidence , strolling in like a man on a mission—a mission that reeks of audacity. He browses with precision, carefully selecting two stunning lingerie sets, each designed to inspire breathless admiration. The first—a vision of elegance, meant for his beloved wife. The second—a sultry masterpiece, intended for his… other beloved .  It’s unsettling how some people treat commitment like a flexible suggestion rather than a promise.  Surely, he’s kidding? No man would be so boldly  self-destructive . Then, with the casual air of someone ordering two different flavours of ice cream , he makes his request: “Could you pack them separately? Oh, and I’ll need two Valentine’s cards—one for my wife, and one for my mistress.” What a strange situation standing there, packaging up his carefully chosen gifts, knowing that each one was meant for a different woman, ...