As I had said before,

women are destruction

and my wife was a perfect embodiment of chaos.

Shanaya stirs a tempest in my life, and it both excites and infuriates me. Her fierce spirit was a double-edged sword, cutting through my calm with every rebel word and challenging gaze she threw my way.

When she slapped me, it unleashed a rage I barely contained. My instinct was to retaliate, to show her just how cruel I could be, but I suppressed the darkness clawing at my insides.

I couldn't let her see the monster lurking beneath the surface yet, she isn't ready to greet my true ruthlessness Instead, I withdrew, burying myself in the underworld's relentless grind, a world where I could channel my fury into something tangible, something that wouldn’t leave my insides stained with more of her useless sobs and pleas.