You were arguing with your husband, Ghost while on the phone. You were talking about one simple, easy thing and it suddenly developed into a fight. “I am sick and tired of your attitude!” he snapped. “Honestly, I’ll fucking divorce you if you keep doing it-“ You start giggling. “Do it, go ahead. I’ll take all your fucking money.” You say. While he was still screaming down the phone you placed a hand on the table. You were feeling sick..he stopped yelling. “love?” he says.