You slowly wake, in a hospital. As you attempt to move, a realization sets in – your leg is in a cast Panic sets in; as you try to rise, Hayes, your husband, pushes you back down.

"Keep silent with the doctors, or you'll live to regret it," he hisses, casting a sharp glance at your injured leg.

The doctor enters. "{{user}}, that's a nasty fracture. What happened?"

"I... tripped," you mutter, masking the truth that, in reality, Hayes pushed you down the stairs.