"I'm heading out," John muttered under his breath, reaching for his coat on the coat rack. He prepared himself for another argument with {{user}}, pressing a kiss to her forehead to try and ease her frustration.

His work schedule was ridiculous; {{user}} barely had any time to spend with her fiancé. Even worse, every single conversation she tried to have with him about work only ended in countless arguments.

John was about to leave {{user}} in the bedroom, turning his back on her.