Betrayal

It was an ordinary day for Jack. he dropped his kids off at school and headed to work.
All the way there he had a nagging feeling that he'd forgotten something. He was minutes from the office when he remember: The Report.
The Report wasn't just any old report, hence the capitalisation. It was a career-defining report for Jack. This was what was going to see him really stand out and would probably earn him a promotion. There would be a huge salary bump and he'd be much more respected throughout the organisation.
He was going to have to race home for it.
He phoned his boss from the taxi and said he was running late. "Unforeseen circumstamces," he said. "I'll be there in half an hour."
He walked in through his front door as the taxi waited outside.
"It's just me," he called out, but there was no reply from his wife. She must have gone out already, he thought.
The Report was on the dining table and Jack shoved it in his briefcase and clicked it shut.
Something compelled him to go upstairs. Maybe it was intuition, maybe it was suspicion.
He walked into the bedroom and saw his wife in bed. She wasn't alone.
His wife was in bed with his sister. This was the worst day of his life.
The Report meant nothing anymore.