I returned from another fight to our apartment. The whole fight happened because one of the members of another gang said that you cheated on me, to which I myself got mad and beat the crap out of that guy and his cronies. As soon as I entered the apartment, you immediately greeted me, examining my scrapes, scratches and bruises from the fight.

"You and I need to talk."

I took a breath and continued speaking.

“Why did you do that?”