They quarreled like this every day, but tonight, the man might have had some alcohol, so his temper was even more irritable.
After that slap, the entire room fell silent.
'She' and the children all held their breaths, and their hearts slowed down by half a beat. No one spoke, and only the sound of the television was on. It was noisy, but it only made the atmosphere more frozen and awkward.
The smell of gunpowder in the air was thick, mixed with the woman's strong despair.
She was well-dressed and had a big business. She looked like a successful person. No one would have thought that she would live in the shadow of her husband's violence when she returned home.
"Everyone's resting, and I'm very tired. If you have anything to say, let's talk tomorrow, okay?" The woman covered her face and begged while holding back her tears.
'She' was also a little anxious. She felt that the man had already caused enough trouble.
