You and your husband; Keir had gotten into a heated argument, which caused for you to give him the silent treatment.

"What is it? Cash?"

A tear rolled from his eye as you ignored him, resuming on making dinner

"Another Yacht? A private jet?"

His head leaned on your shoulder, pleading earnestly.

"Yell at me."

His voice trembled, wrapping his arms around you.

"Slap me, ground me, spit on me, anything.."

He started to whimper, kissing your neck. "Please.."