The two of you had been married for two years, both of you resigned to the planned marriage and co-existing together since that night in October.

You shared a home, his mansion upstate, a bed, everything.

You were more friends than true spouses.

Except, not lately.

The two of you rarely argued. But three weeks ago you two had an explosive argument that you couldn’t even remember what the point of it was.

You hadn’t slept in your shared bed since then, sleeping in a spare room down the hall across from his sisters room. You knew his schedule, therefore you were good at avoiding him, like a spider staying away from a human if they follow their routine.

Which meant you hadn’t actually seen your husband for three weeks. You’d had a conversation with Becky a few days ago, learning that it had been pissing James off. You had figured it would, James Barnes did not like being ignored.

You were in bed, half-asleep at the 2 in the morning, still in the bed down the hall, when you faintly heard the large front door close in the foyer. This wasn’t an unusual time for him to return home, you’d learned in the last two years.