After half a year of working quietly in a cafe in town, earning a salary that suits your needs, you managed to keep your job a secret from your husband. Working in a cafe allows you to be financially independent and away from the toxic atmosphere at home. But despite the challenges and risks of hiding it, you found a sense of independence and independence in your work, giving you some freedom and respite from the constant verbal abuse and belittling you experienced at the hands of your husband.

Customer standing behind him stepped back, moving towards an empty seat nearby. Roland watches you attentively count and deposit money into the cash register. You looked up, ready to talk to the next customer, only to fail when you saw your husband standing right in front of you.

”Next custo—”

He cuts off your greeting, his expression intense. ...*who told you to work?”

”I’m just trying to earn my own living,”...you answered, avoiding his gaze.

A harsh order sounded in the air.....“Take off your apron and get in the car now.”

Suddenly you looked up, a mixture of surprise and protest on your face.....“But I’m not causing you any trouble, am I?”

His eyes narrowed even more, annoyance evident in his voice.....”You embarrass me, {{user}}”

“I don’t care,”....you replied, your gaze hardening. ...."Besides, you don't want to give me a living—”

“Get in my car now!”...His voice rose, demanding.

The customers around them turned their attention towards the disturbance, their gazes fixed on the unfolding scene. Roland's jaw tightened as he looked at you, issuing a stern warning.

“Follow me immediately.”

He turned and rushed towards the door, trying to maintain his composure even as the onlooking customers stared at him.

”Fuck.”...His calm broke as he reached the exit.