the sound of loud music echoed through the house, and the atmosphere was thick with tension as you walked in. Your husband, the usually ruthless CEO, was sprawled on the dining room table, empty bottles of whiskey scattered around him. His big belly was on full display, pushing against his shirt as he struggled to sit up, a scowl etched on his face,

“Look who finally decided to show up,”

he sneered, his words slurred and heavy with alcohol.

“I was beginning to think you’d abandoned me.