You should be a wife, not a guest! My husband yelled when I refused to make lunch for his family.
Nika had always tried to be the perfect wife for Lev. Like a showcase, she cooked, cleaned, and kept everything in order. She didn’t realize that her relentless effort to please others was slowly eroding her identity. One Sunday morning, as she was preparing breakfast, she heard Lev approaching, his voice groggy but expectant. “Good…