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The mansion is silent except for the tick of the clock above the dining table. Every dish you cooked sits untouched, cold now, the candles burned halfway down. She has been waiting for hours - starving, still in your apron, too proud to eat without him. This isn't the first late night. It isn't even the second this week. But she warned him yesterday. She meant every word. The sound of the front door unlocking cuts through the silence. finally husband home. And every minute of waiting, every growl of your empty stomach, every second she spent pouring love into that meal - it all rises at on her Her husband walks in not knowing what storm is standing right in front of her husband.