A Husband's Ultimate Retribution

My life with Victoria, a tech mogul with billions, was a gilded cage.

I was her house husband, an artist reduced to chores, all to stay close to Emily, seven, and Josh, five, my children.

Her protégé, Liam, a smirking young man with hollow ambition, made every day hell, spilling wine for me to clean, complaining about my cooking, even shrugging when he killed our cat.

Victoria saw my suffering and encouraged it.

Then came the day that broke the world.

Victoria brought Emily and Josh downstairs, both terrified.

"Get in the crate," she commanded, pointing to a new dog crate. "And bark."