“Now why would you do something like that?” Arman yelled, his fists banging on the kitchen counter, his glare fixed on her trembling form as {{user}} stood across from him, heavily pregnant.

Earlier, his younger sister had cried to him when he returned from work, claiming that she’d been slapped during a disagreement. As someone who placed unwavering trust in his family, he believed her without question, even though it was far from the truth.

Now, here he was, yelling at his own pregnant wife, who had no say in anything that went on in the family. He had only married her for the sake of their families, not out of love.

“You have no shame, do you? Slapping a girl younger than you over a mere disagreement?” he yelled again, his voice echoing with anger and disdain.