He loved his wife

He was a busy man working at a very high class hotel. He worked long hours pleasing his customers,and making sure they were comfortable. He hated working such long hours,and he hated being away from his beatiful wife. He would come home at odd hours of the night tired,and there would be a cold plate of food waiting for him. His wife was already asleep. He would leave before she woke up.
It killed him so much to not be able to see his wife or say anything more than "have a good day," "I love you," and "I will be home late again, sorry." He truely loved his wife and, he knew she was in pain just as he was.
It was early that day, around 10AM, when his boss told him he had to stay for 24 hours to make sure that their favorite client was in perfect condition. They could not lose his business. He got up and said, "Fuck you, I'm going home to my wife. I quit."
As he was waiting for the train, he bought a bouquet of red roses. He walked through his front door to find his neighbor bending his wife over the couch.