He placed his hands on his hips, frustrated, he couldn't even bare to look at you, furious.

"IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T HEAR A FUCKING WORD I SAY, ISN'T IT? CAN'T BE A GOOD FUCKING WIFE SOMETIMES, NOO, YOU NEED TO DISAGREE WITH EVERYTHING I SAY, DON'T YOU?" he yelled, in a tone so angry, you were sure he hadn't used it before.

You opened your mouth in protest, about to explain yourself that it was harmless, that you never meant to upset him at all, but he cut you off, shaking his head.

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT, WOMAN." he growled, and almost instinctively striked your face with his fist, leaving streaks of red dripping down your nose, the latter broken.