The small house on the outskirts of the city felt unbearably silent. Its narrow walls seemed to press inward, suffocating anyone who stepped inside. Shopia Joy threw her bag onto the sofa with force, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room.
Her eyes glared sharply at Jackson, who stood in the doorway, still in his wrinkled suit after a long day in court.
"Honestly, I regret marrying you, Jackson," Shopia said in a raised voice, full of disappointment.
Jackson lifted his head, stunned. "Why would you say that?"
Shopia crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Because you're poor now! And do you know something? I don’t want to live in poverty, Jackson."
Jackson let out a long sigh. He stepped slowly into the center of the room, trying to approach her, but the look in her eyes made him h
