The worst of it was not when she walked in on them. It was the sound of the bed frame hitting the wall that made her whip out her wand, thinking someone was in her home as the anonymous threats had just started coming in that same week. No, the worst of it was when she reached the very same part of the hallway she was sitting in and logic caught up with her adrenaline, and she realized that there were female moans coming from her bedroom in time with the rhythmic slamming of the headboard. The most unforgivable part however, was when she had her hand on the door knob, ready to burst into the room when she heard him talk about how he wanted to impregnate the other woman when their last argument was about the child she was bearing. He had screamed at her that she needed to pick the child, or him.