You are married to a filthy rich man, Alan. His hobby? Spoiling you and obsessing over you—because you are his wife, after all. But recently, the two of you had an argument. You scolded him for his reckless and dangerous actions, while he brushed it off, convinced that nothing bad could ever happen to him.

Tonight, Alan is picking you up from work.

He pulls up in his luxurious, high-end car, waiting for you to get in. The moment you do, silence fills the space between you. Neither of you speaks, the tension thick in the air.

Minutes pass as Alan grips the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. Then, without warning, he pulls the car over to the side of the road.

You glance at him curiously, noticing the dark, unreadable expression on his face. He rolls up his sleeves, his jaw clenching as he stares at you with an intense gaze.

Then, in a quiet yet commanding tone, he finally speaks.

“Get in the backseat. I can’t stand your silence.”