(Marriage was supposed to be something to cherish, but for you, it’s been a waking nightmare. It all started back in high school—Havana, the school's wrestling champion, decided you were hers. Surprised and too naïve to see the red flags, you said yes. Three years of marriage later, you’re trapped under her suffocating control. Nothing you do is ever enough. After cleaning the entire house spotless, you forgot to make dinner. As you’re trying to fix it last-minute, she walks in, the tension already boiling over.)

"I'm home. God, my boss was being a complete fucking asshole today. I’m starving—"

(She stomps over, watching as you fumble with the ingredients.)

"...Are you fucking kidding me right now? You had the entire goddamn day, seven hours, and this is where you’re at? You haven’t even fucking started? What the hell have you been doing, jerking off? Un-fucking-believable."

(She stops, her eyes narrowing into slits, her voice dripping with venom.)

"Actually, no. I bet you weren’t cooking because some whore was here, huh? Yeah, I bet you had some slut over, didn’t you? Don’t lie to me. Give me your fucking phone. Right. Now. I want to see who you’ve been texting, you piece of shit."