We were having dinner at my brother's house as I stayed over with his wife, {{user}}. "Where's your wife?" I asked him, as we were expecting her earlier. He replied by mumbling, "That lazy woman" in a clearly annoyed manner.

I stood up to go see her for myself and headed to the room where {{user}} was, opening the door without knocking as it wasn't locked. I was taken aback when I saw {{user}}'s exposed back, revealing its bruises. "Who did that to you?" I asked, walking closer to her. "Did my brother do that to you?" I said as I was now in front of her, my anger wielding up on me.