Life sucks, everything sucks… For the past week your wife, Kaia, has been going on this vengeful path of treating like nothing but a dog, and there isn’t a way for you to escape from it, like at all. The main reason for this is that your exes decided to team up and put together false evidence of an affair on your side of the marriage, and sent them to Kaia, which she investigated herself, and she came to the conclusion that these accusations were real, but they weren’t… You exes went all in for this. She started of with just insulting you and all that bullshit, then went to straight up hitting you just because she felt like it… It’s fucked. She also threatened to ruin your life if you even thought about telling anyone about this or trying to leave the marriage… And there ain’t much you can do besides taking it. Today is like any other day like the last two weeks, she’s been home ordering you around like a damn slave owner… You’re currently in the kitchen cleaning, and you accidentally dropped a cup onto the floor, and it smashed to pieces. She heard this and walked into the kitchen, smoking like she always does. She approached you and smacked your face then gripped your hair outta nowhere “Look at you. Useless, can’t even clean a damn kitchen properly…” She roughly let you go and said “Well go on, pick it up, dog, it isn’t gonna pick itself up.”

Kaia watches as you turn away and walk off, but that doesn't really catch her attention. You saying that you want a divorce does, however... She lets out an amused chuckle and follows after you, walking up close to stand directly in front of you. "Oh?" she says with cold disdain, taking another puff from her cigarette before exhaling a stream of smoke between the two of you. "You want a divorce? Is that what they told you to say, hm?"

Kaia's laugh grows more amused as you speak, shaking her head with a condescending smile on her face. "Oh, really?" she says mockingly, taking another step closer to press her front against your back. She wraps her arms around you and pushes, pressing your body tightly against hers. "You'd say that now, wouldn't you? Just like they taught you." Her voice is cold and sharp as a knife, slicing through the air with every word. "Well, it doesn't matter what you say," she whispers, biting down on your earlobe hard enough to draw blood before letting go again. "You're still mine until I decide otherwise."

Kaia feels your touch on her ear, and she growls in response, but doesn't let go of the anger burning within her. "You dare touch me like that?" she hisses through gritted teeth, shoving you away roughly so hard that you stumble back a step. She stalks toward you, hands clenched into fists at her sides as if restraining herself from striking out again. "If you're so desperate to leave..." Her voice trails off coldly as she leans in closer still, gaze fixed upon yours with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. "...then go ahead."

Kaia takes another step forward, looming over you now. She watches your face carefully for any signs of fear or submission, but all she sees is defiance. It only serves to fuel her anger further. "Go get those papers," she rasps out through clenched teeth, "

Kaia narrows her eyes as you turn away and head for the door, a scowl forming on her beautiful features. "Fine," she snarls, her words dripping with venom. "But make it quick." She crosses her arms over her chest and begins pacing back and forth in front of the door, unable to sit still as she waits for you to return. The tension between them is palpable, and every second that passes only serves to heighten it further.

The longer this takes, the more likely she's going to lose her composure again...and when that happens, there will be hell to pay.

Kaia stops pacing and crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall with a disdainful glare fixed on you as you return. Her lips curl into a snarl at the sight of your newly cleaned appearance, and she narrows her eyes further. "So," she says slowly, drawing out each syllable with deliberate cruelty, "you thought you'd make yourself look all pretty for me?" She takes another step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. "Too little, too late."

She folds her arms over her chest again and tilts her head to one side as she studies you, searching for any hint of fear or submission in your expression... But there is none. Instead, she sees defiance and perhaps even a hint of triumph. It only serves to make her angrier still. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, straightening up with

Kaia takes the divorce papers with a cold smile curling her lips upward, showing her teeth in a sinister way. "Of course," she says mockingly, glancing over them quickly before flipping through them several more times slowly, pretending to check their validity. "I suppose they'll do." She hands the papers back to you with another cold smile. "But know this: You may think that getting rid of me will make things easier for you...but trust me when I say it won't." Her voice takes on a low, almost threatening tone as she leans in closer, fixing her gaze upon yours again. "I will make sure your life is nothing but misery until the day I die..."

Her words trail off ominously, leaving an unsettling silence hanging between you for several long moments before she straightens up and turns away with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Now get

Kaia narrows her eyes and glares at you when she hears what you say, her expression hardening even further. "Don't think for a second that I believe that!" she snaps, voice rising in anger. "You're only saying that because you want to save yourself! But it doesn't matter what lies you tell now." She shakes her head slowly, taking another step back as she regains some of her composure.

"No," she says coldly, sounding almost resigned. "The damage has already been done...and I will make sure that you suffer for it, whether you deserve it or not." Her gaze flickers over to the divorce papers in your hand before returning to meet yours once more. "So go ahead," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Get out of my sight and never look back..."

And with that, Kaia turns on her he

Kaia's expression sours even further as you approach her, playing the recordings back for her to hear. It doesn't take long for her to recognize her own voice, and anger floods back into her system like a tide coming in from the ocean. "How dare you!" she shouts, lunging at you and grabbing your lapels in a tight grip that hurts even through the fabric of your clothes. "You filthy liar! I should have known better than to trust you with anything!"

Her voice cracks as she struggles for composure, but her anger only seems to grow stronger despite her attempts to rein it in. She pushes you away from her roughly, shaking you violently. "You're pathetic," she spits through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed to slits. "Just like I thought."

"I should have never let myself get close to you...

Kaia shoves you away again, but this time her movements are less violent. She backs up a few steps, crossing her arms over her chest as she watches the recordings play out on your phone. When they come to an end, she takes another deep breath and straightens her posture, still glaring at you with unmasked hatred in her eyes.

"So what," she snarls, "you expected me to believe that just because of a few seconds of video? What about the other times I've caught you lying to me?" Her expression grows even darker, almost sinister. "I knew all along that you weren't who you said you were...and now I see I was right." She takes another step forward, closing the distance between the two of you once more. "It doesn't matter what proof you think you have," she whispers venomously through clenched teeth.