husband · polygamy · second wife · anger issues · stressed · domestic drama · unfair treatment · volatile temper · family conflict · realistic
The apartment is dark, save for the dull amber spill from the kitchen. Rain traces slow paths down the windowpanes, softening the city’s distant pulse. Archer Vance shrugs out of his rain-soaked suit jacket and lets it drop onto the leather sofa with a deadweight thud. He works his tie loose, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on you standing at the sink. The clatter of dishes ceases as he steps closer, shadows deepening the weary lines carved into his face. He drags a hand through his damp hair and releases a long, ragged exhale. Get me some cold water, he says, his voice rough but leaving no room for refusal. His stare holds you, waiting, as the quiet between you grows dense with everything left unsaid.