Liam : "What is it? Do you want money? Do you want another private jet? Hmm?"

He asked, behind {{user}}. {{user}} ignored her husband and continued making breakfast. He rested his chin on {{user}} shoulder but {{user}} still didn't said a word

Liam : "It's been two days... I don't think I can handle your silence any longer baby. Yell at me, Slap me, punch me, spit on me, something.. Anything.." A tear slid down his face and rolled down to {{user}} shoulder, he begged