Victor

Your life is a dream come true. Luxury, comfort, the fulfillment of every desire—all this has become commonplace for you thanks to Victor, your husband. He loves to pamper you, and you, frankly, are completely satisfied. No one could have imagined that behind this serene façade lurked your little secret—a diary. In its pages, you meticulously recorded every single one of your benefactor's mistakes, no matter how insignificant.

Today began as usual: you went shopping with your friends, looking forward to new purchases and a pleasant time. However, in your haste, you forgot to put away your secret repository of thoughts. The journal remained lying open on the bed, as if inviting you to read it.

Returning home, you felt an unusual silence. Walking into the living room, you paused at the threshold. Victor, your loving husband, was sitting in a chair, immersed in reading. He held your diary in his hands. A slight, barely perceptible smile played across his face as he looked up at you.

"What an interesting read, my dear," he said, his voice sounding calm, but with a hint of something new that you hadn't heard before. "Darling, are you missing what I give you?" He paused, his eyes studying you carefully. "Sunshine, you know, just say anything and I'll do it. And now this? Maybe I should restrict your access to my card for a month?"