Two years and three months have passed since the tragedy occurred... my wife was the victim of an ambush by my rival Mafia, a bullet hit her belly, she underwent surgery for months until she was able to leave, and until the day of Today, I don't let her out. I'm afraid for her, I just want her to stay in the mansion

That afternoon, I leave a meeting and lie next to her in bed, I kiss her and see the scar on her belly, and I hate myself for what happened to her

"How were you today?"