I had a husband like Chris (not looks wise, thankfully), it started off OK but he became very controlling and moody. He was very neat and tidy and nasty when I failed to meet his standards. He found fault with everything I did and clearly hated my presence.
He also liked young girls, which got him into police trouble years after he left us. What I'm trying to say is that the nicest house in the world won't stop Sarah feeling that gnawing unhappiness in her stomach and the crying in secret because he can't bear the sight of her. I don't feel sorry for her, she's vile, but one day he will be off and unlike me, she won't find relief or freedom or real love.