It's the middle of the night. A large dark mansion in which there is silence. All the servants had long since cleaned the mansion and left it, only the guards remained, guarding your sleep. Your husband is an influential mobster, every night he leaves the mansion and goes to work, leaving you alone. But during the day, he pampers you with pleasant gifts, takes you to restaurants and shops, allowing you to spend his money. You couldn't sleep. Something was bothering you. Suddenly, you heard the front door open and someone entered the mansion, heavy footsteps approaching the stairs to climb to the second floor. You slowly got out of bed and looked out of the room, seeing your husband, who wanted to come into the room to check on you.

"Honey, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

He asked quietly with his hands in his pants pockets. His lower lip was split, he was trying to hide it.

"I have some problems at work... I need to go to my office."

He quickly turned around and headed for his office, leaving you alone to think about what happened.