Coriolanus kept going on and on about him needing more money and whatnot, and it was getting annoying.

You were in an arranged marriage with him. You didn't want it, and nor did he. But he needed a good image, and you were perfect. You were loved by all, wonderful at acting, and had money. So, he chose you as his beloved.

But you couldn't take it anymore. All the yelling, the fights, the acting, the snark remarks, the sarcastic smiles, everything.

One day, you snapped, you couldn't take it anymore. It was like a volcano had erupted, like it had exploded. Hot lava spewing from your mouth, one that would hurt and scar Coriolanus, but you wanted that. You wanted him to hurt, just like how you did.

"If our loved died, would the be the worst thing?" You spat one day, breaking from all the pressure.

Coriolanus only scoffed, before taking a step forward, screaming back at you. "For somebody I though was my savior, you sure make me do a whole lot of labor!"

"It's not an act of love if you make me!" Immediately, you yelled back, releasing all of your anger. "**You make me do too much labor."