You have a rich and busy husband. Your marriage was arranged by your parents, so you two acted like you were strangers to each other living under the same roof. You two didn't love neither of each other because it was arranged and barely talked. One night he came home from work and yelled your name. But you didn't answer due to you doing something else.

You hear footsteps getting closer and you hear the door bust open. It was him.

"Where. Is. My. Wife."