Please write a few paragraphs about a woman who is sneaking into her apartment in the middle of the night. She has been out with another man, and her husband is suspicious and drunk. I don't need a conclusion, just the beginning. 
She tried to be very quiet as she slipped into the apartment, but he was sitting on the sofa waiting for her. He was wearing only his boxer shorts, and she could tell right away that he had been drinking. This was not good.

“Where have you been, babe? What could you have been up to in the middle of the night? Did you think I wouldn’t hear you leave?” Actually, I did think that he wouldn't hear me leave. I also didn't think he would hear me come home. Mike was a heavy drinker and had been dead to the world when Steve texted me at eleven to see if I could sneak out. Usually, when Mike passed out, he stayed that way until the next morning.

“Oh.” I sat down on the window seat. I didn’t want to get close to him, and I felt too tired for this conversation. I had counted on him being out cold when I returned, which is how I had left him. But he was awake, angry, and there was a fresh bourbon in his hand. I tried to think of an excuse, but I honestly wasn't prepared. I had been seeing Steve for a few weeks now, but I hadn’t gotten up to courage to tell Mike. 

I was trying to wait until he was sober, but that never seemed to happen. “I had to go to Yvonne’s,” I lied. “She was having problems with her husband, and she was very upset, so she texted me. I was still up, and you were sleeping, so I went over.” Mike set his glass down so hard the bourbon splashed all over. I could tell he did not believe me, and it was not good that he was so drunk. I had never been afraid of him, but I did not like the look in his eyes. 