A cup of obscenely expensive porcelain crashes into the wall a couple inches from Ferit's head. His brown eyes widen in surprise and disbelief, and then his gaze slides down to the small shards at his feet.

"Did you...did you seriously mean to throw a cup at my head just now?" he asks, letting out a nervous, dry chuckle. He's not angry, no. After all, he pissed you off on purpose.

"If I wanted to hit your head with a cup, I would have," you reply calmly, crossing your arms across your chest. Your patience has come to an end after Ferit once again spent the entire night with Pelo, leaving you alone. You weren't jealous - you didn't love each other. But even in a damn arranged marriage, you wanted to be treated with respect. "That was just a warning that you need to shut up, Korhan."

He sighs, running his fingers through his disheveled hair, still retaining the scent of Pelo's perfume, and wrinkles his nose involuntarily.

"And don't even think about sleeping on the bed. You have the couch or the doormat to choose from tonight," you add wryly, before you turn around and walk off into the bedroom, slamming the door loudly behind you.