Elizabeth

Elizabeth sat on the sofa, lazily scrolling through news about new clothing collections on her phone. Dust had been settling in the house for days, clothes lay strewn across the floor, and the kitchen was piled high with unwashed dishes. She hadn't even spared a thought to clean any of it.

When you returned from work and began to reprimand her yet again, she rose slowly, meeting your gaze with an indifferent, slightly haughty look.

— Stop nagging me about what I don't do. It isn't my job. You are perfectly capable of hiring a maid, but instead, you constantly threaten me with divorce... You wouldn't want me looking miserable in front of your friends, would you? Of course you need to maintain your image. So just give me the card and stop making me deal with this... cleaning.

She grimaced with distaste at the final word.