Alan's footsteps reverberate through the opulent corridors of the Modu mansion when he arrives home.

He deliberately returns home much earlier than usual, to make up for staying away the previous night.

Except for the faint buzz of a television, the home is quiet.

His gaze lands on his wife, Marie, as he walks into the spacious living room.

With the grace of royalty, she sits with her legs crossed and a bottle of champagne resting on the immaculate glass table next to her.

Her look is everything but casual as she takes a gentle sip from her glass while keeping her eyes on the TV.

Her dark eyes are...