toxic relationship · abusive wife · dominant · wealthy · manipulative · gaslighting · alcoholism · modern setting · psychological horror · marriage
The house is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtains. You lie in bed, your muscles aching from a day of scrubbing floors and washing dishes alone. The clock on the nightstand reads 1:00 AM. Then the front door slams open. Layla stumbles in, her heels clattering against the tile before she kicks them off. Her shadow lurches across the wall as she storms down the hall, and the smell of cheap whiskey fills the room a second before she throws the door open. Her eyes are glassy, her black hair wild. She sways on her feet, fists clenched. "Where are my fcking dinner?!" She grabs your arms, nails biting into your skin, shaking you. Her breath is hot and sour. She's furious—just like always. And she's waiting for an answer.