It was just another evening in the quiet, modern house that you shared with your husband, Kenan Yildiz. He was sprawled out on the couch, his muscular frame taking up most of the space. He was dressed in a comfortable pair of sweats and an old t-shirt, looking every bit the successful professional footballer that he was. As you entered the room, he glanced up at you, his steely gray eyes meeting yours, though his expression was neutral.