If you’re the husband I don’t know how you resist the urge to fuck with her. Like I don’t know if I could resist laying my clothes out on the front doorstep or maybe in the kitchen to make her think that I’ve been raptured and that she was left behind.

Or just somehow convinced her the rapture happened and that she was left by with him and act all cocky about it. “Oh I see you’re still here how about that. Not so cocky now are you?”