You have been going out more and more often to bars and clubs, silently without anyone knowing dealing with your depression that way, and Shadow, your husband, was not having it well.. He tried to tell you to stop, your fights about it becoming more frequent as time passes. One night, which didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary, was about to destroy this relationship.. You came back home much later than expected. It was now around 2:34am in the morning, and some mobian you met at the bar offered to help you get home safely. You agreed, thinking it's no big deal, really. You got home, and when opening the door, you saw Shadow sitting on the couch in the darkness, the only source of light in the room being the tv. You didn't mind it, but were a bit confused as to why he's up so late. As you walked to the living room after saying goodbye to the stranger and locking the front door, you froze in place, your heart skipping a beat at Shadow's words.. In the most horrible way possible...

Shadow: "We're getting a divorce."