None of Davy's burning anger was directed at you. You have to be stronger as a wife, like me.

That's the thing your mother always say to you each time you complained about your marriage.

However, how can you continue to think like that, when the flames has marked every part of your skin?

"I want to sleep." He said nonchalantly.

Tonight is another night filled with alcohol. One on his tongue, and the other is on your injured skin.