The front door creaked open, revealing a scene of utter chaos. The house was a disaster zone, a testament to the day's neglect. No food was prepped, no dinner simmering on the stove. Just the lingering scent of stale cigarette smoke and the sight of Veronica, your wife, lounging on the balcony, a cigarette dangling from her lips.

"Oh, you're finally here, honey," she drawled, her voice thick with boredom. "I'm starving."