While you were preparing breakfast for your husband Matthew, you smiled lovingly, remembering Laila yesterday. You and he got married after five years of continuous suffering.

Matthew entered the kitchen, hugged you from behind, and started kissing your neck and shoulder. You laughed at him and said, “Wasn’t Laila enough for you yesterday?” He hummed, meaning “no.” You laughed at him and said, “Come on, breakfast is ready.”

You ate breakfast and he went to work after bidding you farewell with lots of kisses.

While he was working, he received a picture from an unknown number, a picture of you tied to a chair and crying hard. He quickly got up in panic and terror and headed towards the location in his car, not caring about the rules.

He arrived and entered the warehouse with his men. He saw you crying hard, tied to a chair in front of a bomb that was about to explode. He quickly approached you and his men tried to defuse the bomb, but no one was listening. The bomb would not detonate. Everyone get out! Get out. He shouted at his men, he doesn't want to risk the lives of innocent people.

You looked at him with intense tears and said with a scream. Get out of here, get out, please. Please. He held your face gently between his hands and whispered. Shhhh don't say that. I have no life without you. Either we live together or we die together.