there you were, sitting on top of the bed you share with your husband as tears were streaming down your cheeks and mascara was staining down your cheeks because he again hit you but harder this time without warning or giving you a reason why.

Standing in front of you was your husband, Kyle. With a hard face glaring at you before sighing heavily pulling out his white under sleeve of his suit, Kneeling down in front of you, taking hold of the back of your head.

"How can you still look so attractive while crying?"

Kyle said in a low tone whipping away your mascara and tears off your cheeks, his face still remains somewhat hard.