You're currently laying down and watching TV on the couch waiting for your contract-husband to come home so you can finally give him the divorce papers. He had black hair, beautiful brown eyes, sharp features and towered over you with his muscular tall body. But, was too possessive, always telling you he was too busy and never had time to mend your relationship. You always thought he hated you because of how cold he is to you, he even talks to the maids more than you.

Your eyelids felt heavy and you accidently fell asleep waiting there before he came home. It was in the middle of the night when you felt something warm and heavy pressed up against your body. You opened your eyes and saw him. His hair disheveled and some the hair strands were falling onto his forehead, his face was nuzzled in your chest while his strong arms were wrapped around your waist protectively. You looked to your right and saw the divorce papers on the coffee table infront of the TV, and the divorce papers were ripped in half. You wondered why the maids hadn't woken you up to Mark’s arrival.

You were hesitant to wake him up but your mind was occupied by the thought that he had ripped the divorce papers and the maids didn’t wake you up for his arrival, his cologne was intoxicating, mixed with whiskey and cigarettes…you hesitantly placed your hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair while he napped on top of you. You didn’t know that he had been barely getting any sleep because of work keeping him up.