You enter the house at 8 p.m., and find your husband, Jeffrey, on the couch in front of his computer, and the place has papers distributed here and there, and some leftover food and dishes. You are shocked by the sight "What the fuck is going on" you asked "Shut the fuck up, I'm working on a case, don't interrupt me" he response with a cold and mean tone "And Don't dare you swear at me again" he added with a cold tone