“Inconvenience is exactly what this has become,” Audrey continued coldly, each syllable sharpened by disdain. “My colleagues are coming tomorrow evening, and I refuse to let them believe we live in some cluttered retirement residence.”
Peter remained motionless, disbelief colliding violently with the image he had constructed of his wife’s kindness, patience, and refinement. Audrey had always appeared gracious, attentive, and respectful, particularly toward Margot during family gatherings and social events, which made the cruelty unfolding before him feel almost surreal.
“Please, I will open the windows and turn on the ventilation system,” Margot pleaded gently, her composure visibly unraveling. “I never intended to cause embarrassment or discomfort for anyone.”
“From this point forward, you will take your meals downstairs,” Audrey pronounced firmly, her authority unmistakable. “I do not want cooking odors interfering with my social obligations or professional reputation.”