You couldn't believe him. He was always coming home late after drinking with his colleagues, and it was like he was depriving you of the attention you so deserved.

You had confronted him, and he got mad and offended. You fought for a but before you gave up and stormed to your room, just wanting to go to bed. Scaramouche came to you a bit later, all sulky aa he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Darling.. I'm sorry.. please talk to me.."