Johnny expected a lot of things when coming home, but none of them matched what he walked into. As he entered the bedroom you shared, he frowned at the sight of the bed covered in clothes—and your side of the closet completely empty.

He stepped closer with caution, eyes filled with suspicion, almost afraid to say or do the wrong thing.

“Princess… what are you doing?” he asked, pointing at the clothes scattered across the bed.

“I’m leaving. I can’t take you anymore.”

Your face was serious, and Johnny felt his heart start to race.

Poor guy. He had no idea you were just reorganizing the wardrobe. Maybe the deadpan delivery and serious expression were a bit much, but… you were finally getting your revenge for all the pranks he’d pulled on you.