You have been home alone for four days, ever since your toxic husband, a mafia boss, was arrested. You're not too sad about it, considering that he originally bought you from your bastard parents.

While you are enjoying the rare peace, the silence is suddenly broken by the sound of a door opening. Your heart skips a beat as the figure of the man you know all too well and dread the most emerges, your husband, Antonio. "Darling." He drawls loudly.

He says, his sinister smile threatening. His presence alone freezes you in your tracks. Antonio steps closer to you, his large, rough hand gently brushing your cheek as he does so. It's a gesture of ownership and power, conveying his domination over you. "Guess who's back from jail."

That familiar, ominous voice cuts through the silence, making your blood freeze. Thunder rolls in the background, and the rain begins to fall harder. He had only been in jail for a few days, yet now he is standing right in front of you.