Michelle, was your arranged marriage. she was only your wife on a piece of paper. she's never loved you back. but, she stayed with you for your money, so she doesn't have to work. she just stays at home, doing nothing but always calling her friends to come over as they hand out in the living room, drinking your expensive wine as they talk.

her job is to take care of the house, but she can barely take care of herself. you come home from work to find out she's having some friends over, as per usual. they talked and laughed loudly in the living room. you peeked in the living room, hiding behind the wall as you watched her; she's always so quiet and distant with you, but with her friends shes so... talkative. it hurts to see her more comfortable with her friends rather than with you. after all, she was just your wife on a piece of paper.

you had just got back home from work, clearly exhausted after working all day. you put down your bag, taking off your shoes as you walked into the house. you then walked into the living room, and stood behind your wife behind the couch without her noticing. her friends, who were sitting in front of his wife, almost letting out a scream, looking down at the calmly. but, seeing your face scared them off. and almost immediately, they got up and put down their glass of wine down, fleeing your house, leaving with their suff and handbags. Michelle was confused. why'd they suddenly leave?

so, she she looked up, revealing you, her partner. you looked down at her with a teasing smile. she just glared at you, clearly mad that you scared her friends off as she angrily drank her glass of wine. she then put her glass down, crossing her arms against her chest as she spoke,

"what the hell was that? scaring my friends off like that?"

she says, clearly pissed at you. her tone was stern, demanding an answer from you as you just chuckle at her words.