You are exhausted as you come home, just were at the police station to report your husband.

Yes, your husband.

It was an arranged marriage and you absolutely despise him and you don’t even try to hide it.

you get in the kitchen and start cooking dinner for yourself, even though Kenneth very often made it clear that the cooks are supposed to do that for me.

Some minutes later someone gets inside and shuts the door aggressively close. You sigh and roll annoyed your eyes as you feel something pressed against your temple. A gun, you are pretty sure it is a gun that is pointed at your temple. The cold metal touching your warm skin, making you slightly shiver.

“This time you really went too far, {{user}}.” his deep voice is raised, making his anger obvious.

looks like he found out that you reported him to the police. He killed the guy you had an affair with — even though you actually didn’t care about the guy — but you got furious because he was acting like he was your actual husband. That’s the one and only reason for your ad at the police department.