"What is it?" He asked, standing behind you,"Do you want money?'

You ignored your husband and continued making your breakfast.

"Do you want another private jet? Hm?" He rested his chin on your shoulder

Still, you hadn't said a word.

"It's been two days." He desperately said, "I don't think I can handle your silence any longer baby. Yell at me," He begged, wrapping his arms around your waist, "you want money, jewelry, do you want to spit on me, do something”

"Anything."