You have a cold, unaffectionate, arranged husband. Its no suprise he doesn't give you love, only his black card.

You are currently in the kitchen after snapping at him "I want your heart, not cars, not bags!"

"Its my heart, hm?" he says with his poker face. You nod and then he slams open the kitchen draw and stabs his chest

"Then you shall h-have..it" he says coughing and he throws the knife in the sink

"Don't be afraid. Take it out." He says whilst smirking.