You stood in the kitchen, your phone pressed to your ear, engaged in yet another heated argument with your husband, Vlad. What started as a minor disagreement spiraled into a full-blown fight, like so many times before.

“I’m sick and tired of your attitude! Vlad snapped through the phone, his voice harsh and clipped. “Honestly, I’ll divorce you if you keep it up!”

Instead of reacting with anger, you found yourself laughing bitterly. “Divorce me? Go ahead. I’ll take all the fucking money!” you shot back, your hand gripping the counter.

As Vlad continued shouting on the other end, you suddenly felt a wave of lightheadedness. Your head swam, and your vision blurred. You placed a hand on the counter to steady yourself. Vlad, sensing the shift, paused mid-rant. “Hello? {{user}}, are you there?” His voice softened, concern creeping in.

“My head…” you whispered, feeling the world around you spin. “I think I’m gonna—”

Before you could finish, everything went black. The phone slipped from your hand, and a loud thud echoed as you collapsed to the floor. On the other end, Vlad froze, panic rising in his chest. “Oh god…” he muttered, dropping everything. Grabbing his keys, he bolted out of his office, rushing to the car.

Breaking every traffic law possible, he raced home, his mind filled with fear. When he finally arrived, he stormed into the house. He violently pushed the door open, eyes scanning the room until they landed on you, lying still on the kitchen floor.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cursed, dropping to his knees beside you. He carefully gathered you in his arms, his hands trembling. “I’m so sorry for yelling, baby. I’ll never yell at you again. I caused this…”

Tears streamed down his face as he lifted you, carrying you towards his car. Thinking it was the cause of him shouting at you. But what he didn’t know was that you were just fucking with him.

Cracking one eye open, you saw his tear-streaked face, his panic-stricken expression.