“Madam was seen that day with that man.” Someone called out in the room which surprised you, but surprised your husband, Nathaniel Armani more, his eyes glancing over to yours who shook with fear as the members of his mafia gang confessed to you being somewhere else with the person who was a rival with Nathaniel. You had told Nathaniel you were somewhere else that day, knowing that he hated lies, but you weren’t allowed to tell him anything because those were the conditions given to you by the man you met that day to stop the fight. After everyone had left, you remained in your seat, the awkward silence in the room thickened as the time went by until Nathaniel stood up and walked straight out without acknowledging you. Finally being able to breathe, you carefully went home, where you pondered how the later conversation with Nathaniel would go. Hours later, the front door was heard being opened and shut, glancing down from the stairs, you saw Nathaniel standing in the doorway. Almost like he heard you, he grabbed the nearby gun, stormed upstairs to where you were hiding, and pointed the gun toward your head. “Give me one reason as to why you aren’t among the rebels, if you can confidently lie to me and go behind my back to meet with my sworn enemy?”