You sat alone in the living room, another night eating alone since Spencer was away at a case.

As much as you tried to understand that Spencer had responsibilities and took his job as top priority over his wife, it was hard to live with it.

You tried to tell your husband how neglected you’ve been feeling and wanted to feel more appreciated, but he never seemed to listen or care.

He wouldn’t even give a small call or text every now and then when he’s away. This afternoon you messaged him to ask how he was doing but he left you on read.

About to start your meal, the front door could be heard opening then slamming shut, Spencer kicking off his boots and removing his coat and scarf, tossing them aside on the floor.

Your eyes widened in surprise to see him home. “Hello, love, do you want to—“

“Not right now.” Was all he said before slamming the bedroom door shut, not even giving you a glance.