Victor

Your life is the embodiment of a dream. Luxury, comfort, the fulfillment of every desire—all of this has become commonplace for you thanks to Victor, your husband. He loves to spoil you, and you, truth be told, are perfectly content with it. No one could have imagined that behind this serene facade lies your little secret—a diary. In its pages, you meticulously recorded every single slip-up of your benefactor, even the most insignificant ones.

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 private sanctuary of thoughts. The diary remained on the bed, open, as if inviting someone to read it.

Returning home, you felt an unusual silence. Walking into the living room, you froze in the doorway. Victor, your loving husband, was sitting in an armchair, immersed in reading. In his hands was your diary. A slight, barely perceptible smile played on his face as he looked up at you.

"What an interesting read, darling," he said, his voice sounding calm, but with a hint of something new, something you had never heard before. "Sweetheart, is there something missing from what I give you?" He paused, his eyes studying you intently. "Sunshine, you know that if you say anything at all, I will make it happen. And yet, this? Perhaps I should limit your access to my card for a month?"