"I-I am your w-wife, Sufiyan... you can't. Please, I beg you, please don't kill me. I am your w-wife.."

But to her hopeless pleads, he let out a wicked laugh, pressing the gun at her back, drowning her in pure appall.

"You are not." He said sweetly but it faded instantly when he shot the gun, staining his heart endlessly by her blood splattering all over the place, throwing her body on the ground.

"You were."

After throwing it away, the blood began to stain the lavish carpet along with his heart. He wiped the blood on his hand, moving back.

"Tsk, bitch, thinking she could get away." Muttering, he...