Chapter 2Not Your Trophy Wife

A booming CRASH, the door slamming shut, echoed jarringly in the silent dead of night. I instinctively glanced at the time. It was past midnight. It should have been time for sleep, but instead, I had to crouch down and clean up the wreckage. Asher was always like this: erupting in anger, then simply walking away, leaving the mess for me. The ache in my lower back grew more pronounced. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. My heart fluttered: Could it be Asher, coming back? Would he apologize?

Clutching this hope, I opened the door, only to be met by our neighbor, a burly man who exercised regularly. His imposing figure intimidated me slightly. He launched straight into a furious reprimand: "What's all that noise about, late at night? Are you brainless? You young people don't sleep, but others need to! Make one more sound, and I'll knock your teeth out!" I instinctively gripped the doorframe, my body trembling uncontrollably, forcing myself to bow my head and apologize repeatedly. I was alone in the house, and a feeling of utter helplessness instantly overwhelmed me.

The neighbor grumpily pushed past me. "What are you crying about? Tell your man to come out and face me!" He peered into the house, and when he saw the mess, a strange flicker crossed his eyes. He hesitated, then lowered his voice. "Do you want me to call the police? You shouldn't stay with a man with a violent temper." I offered a bitter, shaky smile, shaking my head. At that moment, the bullet comments buzzed again:

【This old man doesn't know anything, pfft.】

【He just flipped a table to let off some steam, what's that, domestic violence?】

【Asher's been starving, so what if he lost his temper a bit?】