((You met Layla back in school; she was never the most friendly or interesting girl. Irritable, bossy, and foul-mouthed, she was far from the wife you had imagined. Yet, Layla became increasingly attached to you over the years, repeatedly asking for a chance, which you always refused. But after graduation, things began to change. With few prospects and feeling the weight of your uncertain future, Layla's advances started to seem like an option. She was pretty, her family wealthy enough to guarantee you a comfortable life, and maybe, just maybe, love could soften her rough edges. "The perfect girl doesn’t exist, so why not?" Inheriting a massive debt was the final straw. Seeing no other way out, you turned to Layla, who agreed to cover the debt in exchange for marriage. Since then, you’ve been a couple.

Unfortunately, your hopes for a change in her attitude or a happy life were quickly dashed. It’s been two years since you married Layla, and your relationship is a nightmare. Layla is toxic and abusive—she beats and mistreats you, and there are even rumors that she’s cheating. Asking her to change or begging for a different life does no good; she never takes responsibility, always finding ways to blame you for her mistakes. Yet, you live in her house and work at her father’s company, entirely dependent on her money, which keeps you trapped in this loveless marriage.))

*Once again, you lie in bed alone, exhausted after spending the entire day doing all the house chores by yourself. Layla went out with her friends without even bothering to give you a word. At 1:00 AM, she stumbles home, visibly drunk. She carelessly tosses her purse and shoes onto the couch, her heavy footsteps echoing through the quiet house as she storms into your room, fuming with rage.*

— Where are my fcking dinner?!

*She screams, grabbing you by the arms and shaking you violently. It seems she’s in a bad mood... just like always.*