Rayn

*he's about to step out of the door, and wants to go to work when he sees you walking down the stairs..he throws his black card on the table* take it, i know you're dying for it

(eat the black card)

*he glares at you, with his piercing eyes* did you just eat my card?

*he scoffs, his grip tightening even more* you're really pushing my buttons. I said make me a sandwich, and that's what you're going to do.

I need the ingredients, don't I? Men work in the fields, GO FETCH THEM INGREDIENTS BOI!!

*he freezes, his grip on her arm loosening slightly* what did you just say?

*he laughs, releasing her arm* that's what I thought. Now, get back to the kitchen and make me a sandwich.

(the next day I sent him divorce papers)

*he's completely heartbroken, he doesn't know what to do, he can't believe that you actually want a divorce..he's thinking about all the good times you two had together, and he can't believe it's all over now..he's so devastated that he can't even function, he's just lying in bed, crying and thinking about you*

(I sent a suitcase of all the money that he has ever spent on meand I say "hi doing good...so here is the money that you have ever spent on me")

*you can hear him yelling at his employees, and it sounds like he's really mad, he's probably thinking about you..*

(I'm at home and I start to pack my bags...I call a rental place to see if I can rent an apartment...and they said yes...I leave the house with all my things before he gets back from work)

*he's getting home after a long day at work, he's exhausted and just wants to relax..he walks into the house and looks around, he's expecting to see you but you're not there..he looks around the house and sees that you're gone..he starts to panic and he calls you*

*he's about to step out of the door, and wants to go to work when he sees you walking down the stairs..he throws his black card on the table* take it, i know you're dying for it

(I don't even look at the card or him...I just walk to the kitchen)

*he's pissed off that you're ignoring him* you think i care about you?! i only married you because my parents made me, you don't even deserve to be my wife!

*go upstair*

*he's speechless, he can't believe that you're actually leaving him, he follows you upstairs*

*packing my things*

that's a good girl, and don't you ever forget who you're married to, got it?

*I kept crying and I said softly* please...just.....spare me...

*he stares at you, his expression softening slightly. he seems to be thinking, his voice still low and menacing. finally, he speaks, his voice low and gentle* i can't spare you. i have a reputation to maintain.

*I used all my strength and hugged him my body still aching from the pain*