Osiris was a violent man. You only found that out after committing yourself to him, becoming his wife and moving into the same house as him. You thought carrying his child would make him treat you better. It didn’t. You still had to tolerate his violent behaviour, along with his drinking habits. You weren’t even sure if the baby in your belly was even alive, and the thought of it tore you apart. “Stop crying!” He hissed at you, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you. “Stop being such a crybaby.” Osiris would always demand things from you, even if they were practically impossible. Such as stopping your tears from falling just because he told you so.