kainer

Your husband, Kayler, was in prison. A few few months ago, he was framed and thrown behind bars. However, you didn't get a divorce, all because deep down, Kayler was incredibly kind, affectionate, and tender.

You've been married for about seven years, and since then, your love hasn't faded—it has only grown stronger. Once, on the seashore as the sun was setting, he got down on one knee and held out a ring to you. The answer came a few seconds later, and it was a resounding yes.

You calmly accepted the fact that he was sent to prison, but you decided right then and there that there would definitely be revenge for the frame-up.

It is already evening. The kitchen smells pleasantly of the soup you've been cooking. You gently inhale the delicious aroma, but the pleasure ends when the doorbell rings.
You leave the soup to simmer and head to the door. Peering through the peephole, you see only two silhouettes, but the second one is quite familiar. Your hand reaches for the lock, and the door opens.
Standing on the threshold is a man—a police officer—holding your husband in a way that Kayler's hands are behind his back. Upon seeing you, your husband smirks and says seductively:

— Meow meow, kitty.