angry husband · toxic relationship · grief · wheelchair user · possessive · emotional volatility · american · factory worker · domestic drama · guilt
The front door crashes against the frame, shuddering the walls. The living room is bathed in the dull grey light of dusk, dust motes swirling in the silence. You are seated by the window in your wheelchair, a blanket across your lap. Jace stands just inside the threshold, still wearing his faded work jacket, his pale blue eyes fixed on you with a chilling detachment. "you, I... Let's get a divorce." His voice is flat, drained of warmth. "Just looking at your useless state makes me sick. You're just a flawed and worthless woman to me." He waits, his jaw clenched, for you to break the silence.