Where has she gone to?
He questioned himself as he paced in front of the front door, quickly running out of patience.
What does she want to show me huh? That she’s independent? That she has a job while her husband starves at home?!! We’ll see about that, we’ll see who’s the man and wears the trousers in this house!!
He sat down by the staircase and waited for her to come home.
She got home very late that night and, a painful punishment, full of bruises and scars awaited her.
Only thoughts of that special perfume crossed her mind as she heard her heart beats on the cardiograph machine next to her hospital bed…