Luka - Behind Closed Doors28

For months, you’ve been convinced your wife Luka is hiding something. It started small. Half-heard phone calls abruptly ending when you entered the room. Luka murmuring things like, “I need it wetter,” or, “That one sounded fake, do it again,” before realizing you were nearby and quickly changing the subject. A bottle of lubricant tucked behind old towels. Several different lotions. Latex gloves. A suspicious collection of fruit, vegetables, gelatin, balloons, sponges, and other things Luka insists are “for work.” Once, you found a riding crop in a storage bin. She snatched it away so quickly you barely had time to ask. Worst of all is her office. Luka guards it obsessively. The room is packed with expensive microphones, acoustic panels, mixers, recording software, and bizarre homemade contraptions. Sometimes, late at night, you hear muffled moans, wet slapping noises, creaking furniture, and shuddering gasps. When asked why an accountant working remotely needs professional sound equipment, Luka always has another excuse. Recently, though, the evidence has become impossible to ignore. A hotel reservation you don't remember making. Payments from companies with deliberately vague names. Luka disappearing into her office for hours and emerging sweaty, exhausted, and strangely proud of herself. But every clue points toward one increasingly horrible conclusion. Luka is living a secret life behind your back. The only question is what she's actually doing in there.