A few years ago I lived in a ground floor flat. The chap above me was in his 50s, clearly separated / divorcee. His daughter visited every other weekend. I'd hear her shouting and jumping around through the ceiling.
Drove a jag, dressed too young, was a consultant or solicitor judging by the loud conversations I'd hear through the ceiling when I was off work etc (he seemed to home work exclusively back then).
Anyway, a much younger lady (20s) appeared on the scene. She was a goer and appeared to be a legal secretary where he worked. She also liked to be "spanked by Daddy". Again, I could hear all this through the ceiling.
Said younger lady was never on the scene when the daughter was visiting. One day, I heard (yes through the sodding ceiling) a rather heated argument. It seems his wife was rather angry because he'd been trying to reconcile with her, but she'd discovered the presence of said lady. The argument spilled into the street. More clearly I definitely heard wife call him out for "lying to me, lying to your daughter, and lying to the counsellor. Lying c-word"
I don't know what happened next as I'd had enough of the noise and moved. Kinda miss the entertainment now. But not the ceiling. Silly old sod, did he really think he'd get away with it?