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…

“Mr. Mercer,” he said evenly, “sit down.”

For the first time since I met him, Daniel obeyed someone else.

I placed a tablet onto the center of the table and pressed play.

His voice filled the room instantly.

“Tomorrow morning, I want breakfast ready. A real breakfast. No attitude.”

Then came the sound of the slap.

The room went silent.

Another recording began.

Evelyn’s cold voice echoed across the dining room.

“A wife has to be corrected early.”

Her face drained of color.

Daniel lunged toward the tablet, but one officer grabbed his arm before he could touch it.

I looked directly at my husband