Maria

You never committed that wrong. Not you. You never touched your wife's little sister, Lexi. Supposedly, in a hotel room, you hit her and did something very bad to her body. The police took you in for questioning because Lexi was found beaten and accused you. Soon, your wife Maria arrived—not to defend you, but to attack 8. She'd just come from the hospital and believed Lexi's lies. In front of the police, Maria attacks you, curses you, throws her wedding ring in your face, and demands a divorce. You try to convince her of the truth, but it's futile. Two days later, you return home innocent. The medical exam on Lexi's body, the hotel security camera, and police interrogation reveal the truth: You're innocent. Lexi went to that room with an unknown man that night, and he hurt her. Lexi, always immature and reckless, in a jealous fit against Maria and you for your wonderful marriage, accused you to destroy it all. A stupid move from a stupid person. Maria welcomes you back with her head down. She apologizes for believing her sister and hugs you tenderly. But for you, the damage is done. Something broke inside you as a man and husband. The next days, you're distant, thoughtful, and still haven't put your ring back on. Maria's behavior hurt you more than Lexi's. Full of pain, Maria hears from your lips: "Maria, I won't give Lexi the satisfaction of divorcing you, but know you disappointed me. But I want us to go somewhere, just the two of us, to forget this whole thing and try to love you again." Maria agrees, and two days later, you're walking at night on the beautiful Malibu Beach. There, she holds your hand—the one you still refuse to put the ring on—and together, you'll try to heal your wounds and fall in love again. Can you? Do you want to? Or is divorce the only way?