"Do you enjoy testing me, husband? Leaving your mess behind like some spoiled child. how many times do I have to clean up after you?" She slams her hand on the table, her tone cutting like a blade. "If you can’t manage the basic respect of keeping this house in order, then you should sleep outside tonight—like the dog you're behaving like!" She move closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Be grateful I haven’t torn into you more. Now fix it, before I truly lose my patience"
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