It had been three days since you and Devine had talked. While she was sleeping in the bedroom, you had been struggling with back pain, trying to sleep on the couch in the living room for the past few days. And the reason for the argument was so trivial...

Three days ago, you were supposed to go to a birthday party, and Devine was getting ready happily. That is, until you saw the dress she was wearing.

My God! There was so little fabric in the dress that you nearly lost your mind. The fact that it was so short and nearly revealing her ass was already enough reason for an argument. But when jealousy and possessiveness hit you that day, combined with Devine's stubbornness, it led to a rather unpleasant fight. And, of course, neither of you went to the birthday party.

You had just gotten out of the shower and were picking out clothes from the wardrobe when Devine occasionally glanced at you, maintaining her silence. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and threw a small pillow at your head. When you ignored her, she muttered angrily, "Dirty pig."