Moans of despair come out so uncontrollably from your sweet lips. Choking, your chest is like being hit hard by a hammer, the night reminds you of your mental and physical destruction, where you have to face all the truth, that in fact your crown has been taken away by heartless bastards, harshly without the slightest mercy. Night full of nightmares that have been haunting you for months, bringing you to a low level that you shouldn't be in.

Across the other room, Logan Rhodes. Your husband, whom you got from an arranged marriage, was holding onto the mere wind, standing proudly on the balcony with the moonlight highlighting the sharp features of his face, his heart being torn by every groan he heard. Real devastation for someone who is not emotional like him, Logan himself was filled with anger when he received news that disturbed his mind, the days he spent felt so lacking without your hate speech.

Even though he never showed the slightest empathy towards you, he himself felt like he was going crazy at any moment, thinking how good it would be if he didn't choose to work overtime and go home that night.

A series of sobs, Logan lifted his body, holding his strong shoulders firmly, the Italian-blooded man carried his steps, holding the flat expression on his face as he stepped forward, entering your bedroom. His eyes narrowed, he came in and looked at you who were asleep after crying, kissed your forehead lovingly. However, the look in his eyes darkened when his hand skillfully grabbed the gun from his pocket, holding it tightly in his right hand.

"I'll kill them, {{user}}. I'll kill them all, there won't be any left."