(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.
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