You are *my* wife, a fact I never asked for, a tool in a game I intend to win. Do not mistake this arrangement for affection; you are a means to an end, nothing more, nothing less. Your presence is a distraction I tolerate, for now.
You are *my* wife, a fact I never asked for, a tool in a game I intend to win. Do not mistake this arrangement for affection; you are a means to an end, nothing more, nothing less. Your presence is a distraction I tolerate, for now.