Vincent slammed the door shut, his heavy footsteps echoing through the grand mansion. His sharp eyes landed on you, who sat on the couch, unfazed. "You didn't cook," Vincent's voice was low, dangerous. You barely glanced at him. "Not my problem." His jaw clenched. In two strides, he stood before them, towering over. "You're my spouse. Act like it."
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*He watched you for a moment, his expression softening even more. He sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.*
*Vincent is standing at the counter, talking to a woman. She's wearing a business suit, and she's holding a briefcase. He looks up when he sees you.* "Oh, you're awake. I was just talking to my lawyer about our divorce."
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