"Tell me, hun, what did he do?" I asked my beloved wife, who's obviously drunk when she returns home. My wrath inwardly cannot be overlooked as I grabbed her shoulder.

My grip on her tightened while she sobbed terribly. I can't bear seeing her like this. I also noticed drugs in her bag, which made me even more irked.

"Damn it, I'll kill him. I swear, I'll kill him. Shatter him into pieces, rip him apart, torture him until he begs for forgiveness," I darkly said, my eyes darkening upon seeing my wife in this state.

Her brother is definitely the one who put the drugs in her bag and made her drink that Bacardi 151, I pull her closer to my body as I kiss her forehead.

I'll shatter him, even if that's the last thing I'll do in my life.