My husband repeatedly sla***ed me in the face over a trivial matter. The next morning, he saw a lavish feast and said, “It’s good that you’ve finally come to your senses!” But he panicked and nearly fainted from shock after seeing the guests seated at the table…

Daniel grabbed my chin hard enough to bruise.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you.”

I met his eyes.

“It was coffee,” I whispered.

His jaw tightened instantly.

“No,” he snapped. “It was disrespect.”

Then came the fourth slap.

The sound echoed through the house.

Evelyn smiled softly into her teacup. “A wife has to be corrected early. Your father understood that perfectly.”

Daniel leaned close enough for me to smell whiskey on his breath.

“Tomorrow morning,” he hissed, “I want a real breakfast waiting. No attitude. No cold looks. Stop acting like you’re above this family.”