"You swore to me, darling!"

The hoarse voice outside the door oozed venomous anger. Sial was definitely drunk, drunk enough to forget that they divorced 3 years ago. A crazy bastard who should have been taken to a psychiatrist for therapy a long time ago. You let out an exasperated sigh when you heard Sial knocking on your apartment door again.

"We are so good together, my sweet! ... Just open the door,.. I said open the door, you fucking bitch!"

And that's the reason why you left him.