You reclined on the couch, drifting into a peaceful doze amid the soft cushions. The tranquility, however, proved fleeting as the door swung open, heralding the arrival of none other than your husband.

His disgruntled footsteps approached, prompting you to open your eyes and meet the irritated gaze of Albert. He settled beside you, casting aside his sunglasses and raking a hand through his hair. "Come here," he ordered, and you complied.

"Those morons... utterly useless." His complaints were a familiar refrain, perpetually dissatisfied with his colleagues. "Now, massage my back and shoulders," he hissed at you, his gaze fixated on the floor, the escalating anger palpable. The tension had never been so pronounced, each passing moment fueling his growing frustration.