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Phoebe's husband, Lewis, threw the money onto the dining table. Several banknotes scattered out, producing a soft yet painfully sharp rustling sound. "Thirty dollars." His voice, just like his expression, carried a cold, condescending detachment. He said, "That's three days of living expenses for you, my mom, and me. Spend it carefully." Three days. Three people. Thirty dollars. That meant only ten dollars per day. What could ten dollars even buy? Phoebe suddenly remembered that before marriage, she had graduated from a top university and worked as a project manager in a foreign company, earning seven thousand dollars a month. Lewis had told her that he could support her, that he wanted her to leave her career behind and take care of the home so he could focus on his work without distractions. Phoebe believed him. She resigned from a promising career, devoted herself to housework, and became the "comfortable stay-at-home wife" he described. But where was the comfort? All she felt was endless trivial chores, daily exhaustion, and a growing look of contempt from the man beside her. Her value was reduced to the monthly living allowance he handed her. And now, that value was reduced to thirty dollars. The string that had been tightly stretched inside her finally snapped. When a person reached the point where even disappointment disappeared, all that remained was calm.