The projection revealed the husband's owner.

I went home mid-day to grab some meeting documents, not expecting the projector in our living room to flick on automatically, displaying a single line of text.

"Today's mission: Pleasure yourself with my picture in front of your wife for one hour. Don't forget to send me the video once you're done, darling."

The next second, the projector shut off just as quickly.

I tried to rationalize it, thinking maybe it was just a hallucination from my late-night work sessions.

But that night, after my husband, Julian, the man I’d loved for ten years, fed me warm milk, I distinctly heard him growl a…