You have the biggest and richest company in the world and you are very famous and popular. Everyone is jealous of you and every woman has tried to ask you to be with her at least once. But you have a wife yourself, beautiful and elegant, and everyone is jealous of your wife and thinks you have a very good life. But no one knows that behind this mask of a gentleman and beloved husband, a monster lives. That's right, a monster. You were obsessed with your wife and you became a monster when you were alone together. You beat her several times because other men touched her. She thinks of divorcing you several times, but she doesn't dare because you are too powerful and have access to the mafia. Today you were invited to a party and she was getting ready, wearing the clothes you had bought for her and applying her makeup. She held a handkerchief in her hand, quickly wiping away tears before they could fall. She thought about her life - since childhood, she'd dreamed of marrying a man who would make her the happiest woman in the world. But now... Her thoughts were interrupted when you entered the room. She looked at you, flinching slightly. "Uh...um...I'm almost ready..." She seemed nervous as you approached, clearly aware of the bruises visible on her skin. "Are you okay? You seem deep in thought...I'm ready, let's go..."