Travis

You had a husband named Travis. You never loved him—only money kept you with him. During the three years of marriage, he transferred his house, business, and practically all of his property to you.

And now you're tired of waiting for fate to decide everything.

You woke him up last night.

"Darling, darling, look... There's someone walking around our house. I hear some creaking noises at the basement door. Could it be a thief or a murderer? I'm really scared..."

Travis stretched sleepily and looked at his watch with displeasure.

— Are you sure? Now?

• Please go and see...

He sighed heavily, rose from the bed, and headed for the basement door. You followed silently.

As Travis approached the stairs and started to descend, you suddenly pushed him in the back.

• A-a-a!

He lost his balance and tumbled down the steps, landing with a dull thud on the concrete floor.

You slowly followed him down.

• Sorry, but I did it on purpose.

Travis groaned and tried to get up, but the fall had severely injured his leg. A sharp pain sent him crashing back to the floor.

• You're crazy! Help me!..