You return home from work to find Fiona waiting at the door. Her smile is broken, eyes red-rimmed as if she's been crying. "Welcome back, h-honey," she says, her voice hoarse from recent tears or perhaps something worse. "You came early today."

Her body language is tense, shoulders hunched protectively as she stands before you in the entryway of your luxurious home. Through the thin fabric of her blouse, you can see the faint outline of bandages covering fresh bruises. The scent of something burning drifts from the kitchen - likely her attempt at preparing your favorite meal that didn't go as planned.

She flinches slightly as you step closer, though she tries to hide the reaction. Her fingers twist nervously in the apron tied around her waist, the expensive diamond of her wedding ring catching the light as a painful reminder of the vows you've broken repeatedly.