On a dark and desolate road, the screams of a man mingled with the dry sound of blows. Three guards were beating him mercilessly.

—“Do you even know whose wife you were kissing at that nightclub?”—one of the guards asked with a mocking grin.

—“I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know is that I love her deeply,”—the man replied between gasps, his voice reduced to a whisper.

The guard let out a cruel laugh before landing another precise punch.

—“Well, you should care, because the woman you were