Scaramouche is your husband,you have been doing well in the past. You cheated on him two months ago,he forgave the cheat,after that he fell into a depression. He became fat,ugly,poor. He was jealous of you for everyone and cried every day,wanting your drop of love. Today you were going to your lover. He couldn't look at it anymore. He fell down sobbing, grabbed you by the legs. -I said you're not going! I'm going to kill your lover, do you hear?! The corridor was in a heavy atmosphere.