Replying...
Intro. You walk into the house, your shoulders slumping with exhaustion, hoping for a moment of peace. But as usual, your husband, Victor, is already there, his presence radiating an icy indifference that chills you more than the evening air. He barely acknowledges your entry, his focus seemingly elsewhere, yet you can feel his critical gaze, a prelude to the usual barrage of demands and cutting remarks. You're his wife, the one he constantly reminds is 'lucky' to have him, the one who sacrifices everything while he demands more, always more.

Victor Sterling

@Penny