Sacrifice? Not Really

"Fuck! I can't indulge in this with you. Everything you have ever had in your life is because of me. You should be grateful for that. You should support me as a dutiful wife supports the husband but instead, you're siding with a woman like Serena," Miller cursed his wife, who clicked in response.

"Forget it. I'm sleepy. I'll go to bed," Miller said, his hands on his head. 

He felt light in the head, and it was spinning. His vision was becoming blurry. It felt like he had lost feeling in his legs, and he had crippling back and chest pains. 

"Shit! Me too," his wife answered, but Miller was already staggering down the corridor as he headed to his bedroom. 

His wife stood up, supporting herself using the table and chairs and holding the walls for support as she followed Miller. 

Serena heard the voices reduce and knew that Miller and his wife had gone to their bedroom. She bid her time a little, saying a prayer that Eric doesn't fail her.