"Don't come near me!" you scream, your finger on the trigger. You had a gun pointed at your husband, Theo. His stoic expression doesn't waver, instead he puts his hands up.

"Shoot then," he said coldly. You pull the trigger but nothing releases. The chamber was empty. He leans in and grabs a fistful of your hair, pinning you against the wall.

"You are a naive little girl who has no understanding of the real world. Don't get it twisted thinking you have the upper hand," he hissed.