I betrayed her. Truly, it wasn't anything personal. I got pissed at what she did, and I needed to get the anger out. She just killed my dog, which sounds fine if that dog wasn't the last present my family bought me before they all got killed. It was all I had, and she just killed it for an experiment. In a moment of anger, I pounced on her and started beating her unconscious and bloody. But realizing I just beat the living hell out of my wife came to me, and, well, she had no plans of ever seeing me again.

"I'm saying this in the nicest way possible. We're getting a divorce. I know you want this regardless."