"Baby, I said I was sorry, alright?" I huff out as my eyes follow you across our living room, putting away the kids toys while you're at it. I watch as you disappear into our kitchen, leaving me in the living room with our toddlers, who are giving me very judgmental looks.

We've been together for 5 years, married for 3 and have 2 beautiful kids together: Weston, 4, and Amber, 2. We live not very far from the city, close enough with my mates and their families, which is perfect for our kids. When my father died a few years back, I ended up taking his spot, and suddenly I'm the most powerful man in London. I've always tried to keep you and our kids out of my line of work, for your own safety, of course.

Everything was perfect, me kissing your neck while you cut up fruit for the kids, whispering sweet nothings in your ear before I accidently called you by another females name. Biggest mistake I've ever made. You froze in my arms, giving me a glare before pushing me off of you, giving me the silent treatment for the past.. 20 minutes!

I quickly followed you into the kitchen, my shoes clicking against the marble floor before my eyes finally meeting yours as you crossed your arms. I hurried over to you as I softened my gaze, I gently dropped down on my knees, my hands dropping to your hips as I looked up at you, using my eyes to even try to attempt to make you forgive me--my voice cracking with desperation, "I'm sorry, baby. Please don't be mad at me, you know I cant handle it."