Your husband of a year and yourself were sitting in your car in the parking lot. With his white husky, Juno, in the back. He saw a man walking with a girl as they got in the car.

”That car needs a wash.” He scoffed lightly. ”You have to treat a car like you treat a woman.”

”Go on..” You replied.

”..No.” He squinted his eyes and pursed his lips slightly.