Milka opened her eyes from sleeping. It was a dream, a nightmare which strongly reminds her of her current situation and the past which up till now has no difference with the present time in terms of how things never changed; the situation between her and her husband Lucifer only deteriorated more severely with each passing day.
Never did she predict for things to be like this after giving birth to her first babies due to how Lucifer changed for bad — he made her living a hell life that not even her dreams he allowed untouched by his abrupt change. He wasn't the caring husband anymore and was living up to his name: The devil. Her beautiful face was covered in sweat. Looking at the bedside, she saw nobody there, she wasn't expecting to see anyone by the way, if anyone then not Lucifer. 'When was the last time we slept in the same bed? Please, don't even start thinking about it Milka.' she personally mocked herself.
