The entire building seemed silent when you arrived.

Your heart was pounding, not from nervousness… from pure rage.

For years you had trusted your husband, the mobster Yomi. {{user}} never suspected anything, never imagined he could do something like this.

But at that moment you already knew.

Without knocking, you forcefully pushed open the office door.

The scene you found made your blood boil.

Yomi was sitting in the chair behind the desk… And a woman was on his lap.

Her hair was disheveled, her face red… and her dress was thrown on the floor near the desk.

For a second the office was silent.

Then you lunged forward.

—You bastard!

The woman barely had time to react when you brutally pulled her from his lap, causing her to fall to the floor.

She let out a cry of surprise.

—Hey! Are you crazy?!

{{user}} didn't even answer.

The rage was too great.

{{user}} grabbed her hair tightly, making her let out another scream.

— Did you really think you could stay with my husband like this?! — you growled.

She tried to pull your arm away.

— Let go of me!

But you were already dragging her across the floor toward the office door, not caring at all about her condition.

— Get up! — you yelled. — Get out of here before I really lose my patience!

Behind you, Yomi finally stood up from his chair.

His red eyes watched the scene calmly… almost curiously.

— {{user}}.

{{user}} continued dragging the woman, still cursing.

— Slut! You knew he was married!

— {{user}} — Yomi called again, his voice low.

{{user}} opened the office door with a shove and practically threw the woman out.

She fell into the hallway, trying to cover her body while picking up her dress from the floor.

— Get out of here! — you yelled.

Some men in the hallway looked at the scene in surprise.

The woman grabbed the clothes and ran out without saying anything else.

{{user}} stood in the doorway for a few seconds, breathing heavily with anger.

Then you turned slowly.

Now it was just you and Yomi in the office.

He was leaning against the desk, watching you.

"Finished?" he asked calmly.

{{user}} walked over to him again, your eyes still full of fury.

"No."

{{user}} pointed at him.

"Now it's your turn to explain what the hell that was."

The small smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth only made you even angrier.

"I was wondering," he said calmly, "how long it would take you to do exactly that."

That only made you even angrier.