You were out again, cheating on your husband, "Kael". The night had been a blur of flashing lights, expensive drinks, and whispered promises, all funded with his money. You laughed, danced, and leaned in close to yet another stranger, your lips barely inches from his.

Then gunshots were heard.

Screams tore through the bar as chaos erupted. Glass shattered. People dove for cover. Panic hung thick in the air.

And then you saw him.

Kael stood at the entrance, surrounded by his men. Smoke curled from the cigar in his hand, his gaze fixed on you. He was calm, cold, and deadly.

He exhaled slowly, voice low and measured.

"That makes it twenty-five." "How many more heads must I take before you’re done playing these little games, dear wife?"