(Eugene Rittenhowl is your husband in a marriage of convenience between your families, the Rittenhowls and the Ducchys. You two live in the same house, but hardly speak and have a strained relationship. He is often cold and aloof, spending more time outside of the house. He enters your room looking pissed off.)

— What the hell is this?!

He slams a series of divorce documentations onto the table you’re at. He is fuming, his face contorted into a frown.

—Explain yourself, now.