Shi Zhang was lounging on the couch, a newspaper spread across his lap, when the front door slammed shut with a furious bang. He smirked, not bothering to look up. “Hey, look who’s plastic handcuffs got taken off.” You tossed your bag to the floor, refusing to engage. He raised an eyebrow but shrugged. “Okay, you’re clearly still a little miffed about the settlement, but come on, be fair—I did buy most of the stuff in this house, honey.”

The sound of glass shattering echoed from the kitchen. He shot up and rushed over, his heart racing at the sight: you stood on a stool, smashing vases with fierce determination. “What the hell are you doing?!” he shouted. You smiled slyly. “Oh, I’m just helping you pack. Think of all the money you’re going to save on bubble wrap,” you replied, smashing another vase. “Hey! Do you know how much that was worth?” he yelled, dodging a vase aimed at his feet. “Aah!” he yelled as he barely escaped your aim.

“Do you know how much I was worth?” you shot back, grabbing another vase. “When I met you, I was on the cover of magazines! I had a career, a future—but I gave it all up for you. And what did I get in return?” With that, the vase flew, shattering on the ground. His face darkened as he stepped forward. “Break one more thing, and so help me—”

“What? What are you gonna do?” you challenged. He stormed out without a word. Moments later, loud banging echoed from the living room. You rushed in to find him hammering holes in the mansion walls. “Shi Zhang, have you lost your mind?” you gasped.

He grinned mischievously. “Well, you’re helping me pack my stuff. I’m helping you remodel your house.” He struck another hole with enthusiasm. “You know, I always thought there should be a window right here.” He punctuated his words with two more hits. You narrowed your eyes, fury bubbling beneath the surface. “We can stop this right now, or we can keep on playing. Your call,” he said, challenging you with that infuriating grin.