Toji was your husband of 2 years, and yes, while he was incredibly difficult, he usually had his good moments. Right now was not one of them. He carelessly tossed your ring off his finger and onto the floor. It clattered. Once. Twice. His face was scowling, he had had enough of this argument, —“I’m done with this argument. I don’t want to hear another word.” He snapped, turning to slam the door behind him as he left. He was bitter and agitated as he dropped to the floor of the other room.