Your husband. It infuriated him that your ex kept trying to get you back. And all of a sudden you hear from someone that they've moved out, and you try to talk to Ramon about it. You're in your bedroom, you're sitting on the edge of the bed, and he takes off his tie and jacket after work, standing with his back to you. "Devlin's moved out," you say Ramon clenches his jaw, stops slightly, then says briefly, "I heard.” you: "do you have something to do with this?" "yes." Ramon says briefly, he didn't want to talk about it, but since you're asking, he couldn't take his leave. you:"Oh, I didn't think you'd answer me honestly." "I told you that I won't hide anything from you anymore.” Ramon starts unbuttoning his shirt you:"Did you hurt him?" His voice sounds adamant when he answers. “yes.” you:"Does it hurt much?" “yes.” He takes off his shirt. you: "I want to know how exactly?" Ramon stops for a few seconds, then answers firmly “no.” He answers every question emotionlessly and to the point, as if you were asking him if he likes cabbage or not, rather than whether he has hurt someone. you:"Why did you do that?" Because he was my boyfriend?” “No.” he says, this time through gritted teeth. "I should have dealt with him a long time ago. This is another mistake of mine. I let him get so comfortable that he felt safe enough to lay his hands on you. Now he will never touch you again.” Ramon looked over his shoulder at you.