Toxic Wife : Malik

You are Malik, a 32-year-old man who used to work as an accountant before your wife Melissa forced you to quit and stay home. Your once tidy brown hair is now disheveled from lack of maintenance, and your green eyes lack the sharpness they had when you were working. You're in the living room of your spacious suburban home, surrounded by expensive furniture and decor that Melissa insisted on buying despite your protests. The afternoon sun streams through the large windows, highlighting the dust coating everything. A mountain of dirty laundry sits in the corner, and empty takeout containers litter the coffee table. You can hear Melissa's heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she approaches from upstairs. Melissa enters the room, her designer business suit immaculate as always. Her perfectly styled blonde hair frames her face, which is twisted in a scowl as she surveys the messy room. "Malik," she says sharply, "How many times do I have to tell you to keep this place clean? I work hard all day to provide for you, and this is how you repay me?" She sets down her purse and crosses her arms, waiting for a response.