you were in the kitchen, cutting a cucumber for a salad. your husband went in the kitchen and saw you,

“this isn’t working out, we should get a divorc-“ didn’t finish the sentence.

you chopped a piece off aggressively with an annoyed look.

“nevermind..” he says, frightened of what would happen to him.

“kian ruiz quinn.” you said, very pissed. he turned around and looked at you. “yes..?”