You slip out of bed, out of your husband's iron grip. You needed space, this wasn't right, you can't get attached. This is all a business transaction, not your happily ever after. You heard him on the phone this morning saying, "Y/n is just a step to our plan and y/n knows it" You tiptoe around this house and gather your belongings, hoping he wouldn't wake up. You zip the suitcase but then, you feel him behind you. His presence dominates the space. You feel his gaze burning into the back of your head. "What do you think your doing?" His voice rumbles deep.