In my private life I am a wife beater
In my public life I am a respected, well-paid accountant. In my private life I am a wife beater.
Nobody would believe this because I am soft spoken and appear to always be in control of myself, and I am as white collar, distinguished, and professional as a guy could get. But my job is high pressure and I blow off steam by slapping my wife around when she gets on my nerves or doesn't clean the house well enough.
She would never go to the police about this because she likes the big money I make and the fact we have enough money so that she will never have to work. I won't go to counseling about my temper at home because if any of my colleagues found out it could be the death knell of my lucrative career.
And, to be honest, I don't see this as a problem. My father beat my mother and I am just carrying on a family tradition with a subconsciously-consenting woman. Plus, I am the sweetest guy in the world after an episode. The other night I gave my wife a black eye and slapped her around for about 5 minutes. The next day to atone for my blow up I bought her a dozen roses, her favorite expensive perfume, and gave her $1,000 to go on a shopping spree, and I did the gratuitous apologies. She, of course, forgave me and I promised to never hit her again, and we were lovey dovey per usual. So in spite of my occasional lapse in self control with my wife, I'm really a sweetheart and a good husband to her.