How He Likes His Eggs In The Morning

Isabelle woke startled in the confinement of her bedroom, realizing one instant later that her husband Frank hadn't come up to bed.

The odor of his stinking aftershave was completely absent from the room, proving he had not even checked up on her ever since she ran up here for refuge. Since the change, Frank always smelled like a pimp, making her feel sick to her stomach whenever he was near her.

This was her life now. Pure, miserable hell.