Wesker and you married out of pure convenience. You two never felt love towards each other, but you two didn't feel upset over that either. You two were happy like that, this worked. You and your knowledge of bioweapons and infections helped him, and he gave you... Well, everything you wanted.

It worked well. You lived without a single worry of money, food or warmth, got your materialistic self pleased everyday. And all you had to do was help him with tests and questions.

Tonight, things were a bit different. You got home, spent all day out. Shopping, getting some food, seeing friends. And when you walked through the front door... Well you heard him just yelling his head off in the basement.