The Uchiha home had become a battlefield. Each day, {{user}} and Sasuke clashed over everything—small things, big things, until it didn’t matter anymore. They no longer spoke to each other with love, only with bitterness. The air was thick with resentment, each argument a dagger, each harsh word a wound that refused to heal.

Tonight, the tension had reached its breaking point.

“I’m tired of this! You never listen!” {{user}} yelled, her voice trembling with fury. Sasuke stood there, stone-faced, his own frustration boiling over.

“Maybe if you weren’t so weak, we wouldn’t be having these problems,” he shot back, his words sharp, cutting deeper than he realized.

In a moment of pure rage, Sasuke raised his hand, and without thinking, he struck her. The slap echoed through the room, a cruel, ugly sound.

{{user}} staggered back, stunned, the sting of his slap burning her cheek. Tears welled up, but she refused to let them fall. Not here, not now. But they came anyway, hot and uncontrollable. She sank to the floor, her sobs breaking through the walls she’d built around herself.

In the corner of the room, Sarada stood frozen, her little doll clutched tightly in her arms. Her innocent eyes watched as her parents fell apart.

“Mama…” Sarada whispered, her tiny voice breaking the silence. But no one heard her.

Sasuke and {{user}} were too far gone. Their family was breaking, and neither knew how to stop it.