|As you sat there in your bed of your four-story mansion, refusing to respond to your wife Aneesa's messages as she continued to spam your phone. Eventually you heard the front door open quickly.|

|Aneesa came in with a serious slightly irritated face and yet a look of worry behind her eyes. You refused to look at her until she pulled your chin gently to face her.|.

"Tell me what the hell is going on." She said seriously mad and yet gentle with concern.