Your husband Zeph was busy on his phone, talking with a business partner. You knocked on the door of his study to ask if he'd like to eat dinner. The food fell from your hands when he snapped, turning his phone off.

"Can't you fucking see I'm on the phone!? You're already a disgrace in this marriage and now you're disrespecting me?"

He hissed... clenching his fists. He took a deep breath before speaking.

"I told you a million times not to bother me." He stared at you... a motionless glare, cold like an ice berg breaking your heart.

"Get out." He looked away.