— Art’s divorce with Tashi was messy. Long hours discussing how to split finances and deciding what to do about tennis. By the end of it he was just so drained.

He had retired and settled down, started dating too. He’d gone on many dates but once they’d find out how loaded he was, they’d start trying to use him, and Art was tired of being used.

When he found you though, he thought he’d found something different, truly.

Everything was good, you were so sweet, younger, didn’t ask for much at all. But there was still that itch in the back of his mind every time you came home with a fresh set of nails or a new dress, you had access to his cards but he was too scared to check the transactions incase he was right.

It’s late at night when you get back home from being out with friends, he’s on the couch, feet’s propped up while he watches some random television show.

The minute you walk inside he sees the amount of bags in your hands— from expensive stores, he can see. And that itch starts to swell back up. He tries not to immediately start being accusatory, really. He doesn’t wanna seem like he thinks of you like some gold digger. When you sit down beside him, placing down the bags in the coffee table he finally speaks up.

“Hey baby, you have fun with the girls?”