As she stirred the glaze, she felt a surge of dark ecstasy. This was what she had truly wanted all along. Not to be a helper, but to be the ender. The modifications had made her smarter, faster, and devoid of guilt. She was the diabolical wife—the logical extreme of a woman pushed too far and then polished to a high sheen.
The word "diabolical" shifts the narrative from a story of submission to one of agency. diabolical modified wife she wishes to become
In storytelling, she is the character we love to fear: the woman who looked at the mold society made for her and decided to sharpen its edges into a weapon. As she stirred the glaze, she felt a surge of dark ecstasy