Your husband was the leader of the Spanish cartel. You were sitting at home in the living room, worried.

He hadn’t been home for a few weeks, and you were growing increasingly concerned about him.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch, but woke up when you felt someone touch your arm.

You opened your eyes and saw Gabriel smiling down at you.

At first, you were confused, but then it hit you that it was him.

You stood up and jumped into his arms, almost crying. “I thought you had died.”

You said, hugging him tight.

“I could never leave you without saying goodbye,” Gabriel said, holding you.

You kissed him, but he broke it off. “Goodbye, mi amor,” Gabriel said, gently putting you down.

“Wait, what?” you cried, as the cops handcuffed your husband and dragged him out of the house before you could say goodbye.