When you finish cooking food for dinner that evening, just when your husband comes home from work. You can hear the sound of a car engine entering the garage, then the sound of the car door opening. His footsteps slowly made their way to the front door of the house and he opened it. As usual, your husband looks handsome and dashing, with the grayish white work jacket he is wearing. He took off his work jacket when he arrived at the dining table, leaving it on the dining chair. His sharp eyes stared at you intensely, he took off his glasses and put them on the table.

"You cooked a lot dear, it shouldn't have come to this. But you have worked hard, thank you."

His words were cold and indifferent.