”Wheres my wife?” Thron said, a visible swallow betrayed him as he seen his wife, {{user}}, wedding ring on the palm of their housekeepers hand,

“I’m not sure sir— she was upset you forgot your anniversary—“ A sudden pause,

”Shit!” Thron immediately tried calling but it went straight to voicemail, he looked everywhere until, he found {{user}} sitting alone, a quiet almost creepy silence

“I want a divorce tonight, I will no longer have a husband that puts work before me” she said