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…

He stopped in the doorway admiring the feast.

Then his eyes landed on the bruise beneath my cheek.

And he smiled.

“It’s good that you’ve finally come to your senses.”

Evelyn laughed softly. “See? She understands her place now.”

I poured coffee into Daniel’s cup while he sat at the head of the table like a king accepting tribute.

“You should’ve behaved like this years ago,” he said casually. “Marriage would’ve been much easier.”

“For who?” I asked calmly.

His smile faded slightly.

“Watch yourself.”

Then the doorbell rang.