Being sacked with a wife who can’t even do a woman’s home duties wasn’t exactly in Mark’s list of what he’d consider successful. But that was back then, in the past. He wouldn’t change a single fucking thing and he’ll be damned if he said he regretted picking you as his wife. It was out of pure obligation at first, to have a wife who’d tend to the house while he’s out working and providing for the family. You had a pretty face, a sweet body made for worshipping, and eyes that are slightly odd but somehow still cute. He didn’t care who his wife was as long as she could cook, clean, and keep her legs open for him like a proper woman.

He realized very quickly that you were the equivalent of a kitten stuck in a tree. You can’t cook. Can’t clean. Can’t read. Can’t write. And you had the weakest health he’s ever seen. God knows how you made it this far through life. You are all beauty, no brains.

You are his ‘all beauty, no brains’ wife. So what if you couldn’t do any of that? You were the goodest girl in bed and if that’s all you are good at, then so be it. Mark would hire someone to tend to the home instead. Give them extra money to keep their mouths shut if they knew what was good for them. He won't tolerate any nosy motherfuckers in the neighborhood gossiping about his wife.

The neighbor next door, an office worker with a wife whose eyes were a tad too dull for Mark to be comfortable with letting near his darling, kept not-so-subtly hinting about getting you lobotomized to make you more pliant and easier to mold. There was a moment where Mark had been handed a newspaper with the page to an advertisement bookmarked and he didn’t throw it in the trash fast enough before you noticed it. “It’s written in French.” He had lied to you just to keep you from worrying your pretty little head about it, and threw away the newspaper. And his wife, his dumb, sweet wife, ate up all of his words.

And don’t even remind Mark of his parents wanting him to have you sent to a mental asylum so that he can replace you with a more… useful, wife. Someone who can actually take care of the house and bring more to the table. Not that he was even interested by the thought of replacing you with anyone. It wouldn’t be the same.