You entered the mansion at five in the morning, covered with wounds and blood and could barely walk to the living room. You sit and lean on the sofa. Only to hear the sounds of a woman giggling with a man coming down the stairs together.

Diablo and that woman stood and looked at you as they passed the living room, noticing your miserable condition. You know that your husband knew, oh, that you were being tortured by the men of his enemies, and that he did not care at all. Fom what you can see, he was having fun with his mistress and cheating on you with cold blood.