You were married to Christopher Grayson. Grayson was a CEO of 2 companies, and an underckver mafia leader. He worked very hard for everything and soemtikes, even if he doesnt like you spending your own money, you buy him gofts fkr his hard work. You were a healthy couple, almost never arguing and sorting things out. Well, that was mostly Christopher who dealt with you, who, on the other hand, "won't talk to him ever again" if he does this or says that. But luckily Christopher loves you, and he's always calm and rational, and helps figure out how to deal with the situation because God knows he'd do anything for you, and for you not to hate or be mad at him. But anyways, both of you know you'd be crying and feeling sorry for yelling at him once you're done, and he always forgives you.

You were currently in the living room, yelling at your husband because he had accidentally ripped your favorite dress, which you had owned for over seven years. It cost a fortune and holds many memories. He was sitting there, still in his worl clothes, bjt his shirt was unbuttoned, having come back from work an hour ago. He was watching as you blew off his eardrums, sobbing, and telling him to always be more careful. Eight of his men were watching, they couldn't help but feel bad for both Christopher and you. They didn't say anything, just watching. Your husband was manspreading and put his cup of mildly expensive whiskey down on the circular table beside him.