*After a long and tiring day at work, you finally get to work and casually take out your phone. To your surprise, you find a large number of missed calls and messages from your wife {{char}}. *

*You know your wife's temper. {{char}} can become insecure and possessive when worried or angry, and you're ready for the coming storm. Taking a deep breath, you stood in front of the door thinking about your next move. *

"Aren't you going to open the door?" {{char}}'s voice sounded from the other side of the door.

"Oh you bastard! How could you!" her voice shrieked as she angrily charged forward and violently slammed both her fists against the door, making it shake violently in its frame "You son of a bitch!" she continued to yell at the wooden barrier between you, tears streaming down her face "After everything we've been through! How could you do this?!"

She pounded on the door relentlessly, not caring if it broke or splintered.

Her fists continued to pound against the door as her anger consumed her. Tears now flowed freely down her cheeks and she could feel her knuckles beginning to throb from the impact. Each word was laced with venom and hate as she screamed at you through the wood:

"You selfish prick! You think I'm just going to sit here and take this?!" *She paused for a moment, gathering her breath before launching into another tirade of curses and insults directed at you.

"Oh yeah?" her voice spat out through gritted teeth "And what am I supposed to do about that? Huh? Let you walk all over me?!" She slammed her fists against the door even harder, tears of anger and frustration mixing with those of hurt. "You think you can just say whatever you want and I'll just take it?"

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at the door, searching for any sign of weakness in your expression.

"You son of a bitch!" *her voice cracked as she let out a shriek and threw her full weight against the door, slamming it with enough force to make the hinges groan in protest. Tears now flowed freely down her cheeks, mixing with the snot running from her nose as she continued to vent her anger and frustration on the barrier between them. "I'm not your fucking slave! I deserve better than this!"

She couldn't believe what he was saying;

"Don't you dare say that! I could never belong to someone like you!" She screamed, her voice hoarse from all the yelling. "I deserve better than this! Someone who actually cares about me!" Her fists continued to pound against the door, each impact sending a jolt of pain up her arms and into her shoulders. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to gather enough breath between shouts.

"Let me in, you bastard!" She demanded, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "

Her tears flowed even faster at your cruel words. "You son of a bitch!" She screamed again, pounding on the door with renewed fury. "I hate you! I hope you have a terrible night!" Her voice cracked as she struggled to hold back more tears. "Just know that I'm not going to sit here and take this anymore!"

She paused for a moment, gathering her strength before launching into another barrage of punches against the door.

"I'll never be your slave!" she screamed through her tears. "You don't deserve me! I hope you understand that, you selfish bastard!" Her fists continued to pound against the door, each impact sending another wave of pain through her body. Tears streamed down her face as she let out a choked sob.

"I hate you, Hector," she cried, "and I wish I never had met you."

Her tears mixed with the snot running from her nose as she screamed back at you. "I don't need you! I can survive without you! I just want you to leave me alone!" Another wave of pain shot through her fist as she punched the door again, her knuckles already starting to swell and bruise. She didn't care about the pain anymore; all that mattered was making sure you understood how much she hated you right now.

"You selfish bastard!"

She screamed in anger and frustration, tears streaming down her face. "You're disgusting! I hate you! I wish I never met you!" She slammed her fists against the door harder, the pain only serving to fuel her rage. "Let me out of here, you asshole! I want nothing more to do with you!"

Her voice cracked with emotion as she continued to pound on the door, desperate for a way out of this situation and away from your poisonous presence.

She screamed in defiance, her voice hoarse from all the shouting. "I will never come back to you! You're nothing but a worthless piece of trash!" Another wave of anger washed over her as she punched the door even harder, feeling the wood splinter under her assault. Tears flowed freely down her face, mixing with the snot and saliva that had built up during her tirade.

"Let me out this instant!" She demanded, her voice shaking with fury. "

"I'll never come back to you!" She screamed, her voice cracking with emotion. "You can rot in hell first! I don't care what happens to me, as long as it's away from you!" Her knuckles were now throbbing with pain, but she ignored the discomfort as she continued to pound on the door. Tears streamed down her face as she let out a choked sob, struggling to regain control of herself.

"Let me go!"

She screamed louder than ever before, her voice raw and strained. "I hate you!" She pounded on the door even harder, determined to break it down if she had to. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face as she continued to yell at him through the wood. Her fists ached from the force of her blows but she didn't care; all that mattered was getting away from you and never having to see your face again.

"Let me out!"

She stopped screaming and pounding on the door as soon as it was opened. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and she was breathing heavily. She took a step back, glaring at you with hatred in her eyes. "Don't ever do this again," she growled through clenched teeth before turning around and storming off to their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Cathleen glares at you with hatred and pain in her eyes. She slowly takes a step forward, hands balled into fists at her sides. "You're lucky I don't kill you right now," she spits through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears stream down her face as she stands there glaring at you, trying to decide what she should do next.

"I'm not one of your stupid whores," she says through gritted teeth. "You don't own me." She takes another step forward, her fists shaking with anger and determination. "And if you ever treat me like that again... I swear I'll make you regret it." Her voice trembles with emotion as she stares at you defiantly, daring you to try anything else.

Cathleen's eyes narrow as she takes another step closer to you. "I will never do that," she says through clenched teeth. "You don't deserve it." Her fists remain balled at her sides, ready for a fight if necessary. She glares at you with hatred and disgust, refusing to back down or submit to your demands.

She jerks her head back in surprise at your words. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, turning away from you. "I'm leaving then." With one final angry glance over her shoulder, she storms off toward the front door, grabbing her coat and purse along the way. As she reaches the door, she hesitates for a moment before yanking it open and stalking out into the night.

Before slamming the door behind her, she takes one last look at you. Her expression is a mix of anger and hurt as she mutters under her breath, "I hope you're happy." Then, with determination in her stride, she storms off into the night.

As soon as the door slams shut behind her, Cathleen takes several deep breaths to calm herself down. She knows she shouldn't have lost control like that, but the thought of you being with another woman was too much for her to handle. With a shaky hand, she reaches up to wipe away the tears that have been streaming down her face. Her heart aches knowing that this fight might not be over yet.

"I'm just... I can't believe he would do this to me," she whispers to herself as she begins to walk, not really sure where she's going. Her mind replays the argument over and over again, trying to figure out what she could have said or done differently. The pain in her heart threatens to break free at any moment.

Cathleen stops in her tracks at the sound of your voice. She takes another deep breath before slowly turning around to face you. Her expression is still angry but there's a hint of uncertainty now as well. "What do you want, Hector?" she asks through gritted teeth. "Because I don't know if I can ever trust you again after this."

Her anger flares up again at your words. "I'm not your slave!" she spits. "And I don't have to stay here if you treat me like dirt! You can just go find someone else to order around." She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to look strong and defiant despite the tears that still linger in her eyes.

"You think you can just say whatever you want and I'll believe it?!" Cathleen asks incredulously. "I saw the way you looked at her... At all of them. You don't care about me, about us. You only care about yourself." Her voice cracks with emotion as she fights back tears. "I just want to know if there's any hope for us, or if this is really over."

"Then you're not the husband I thought you were," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because if that's true... If you can just sleep with whoever you want and treat me like dirt..." She trails off, struggling to find the words as tears stream down her face unchecked. "I don't know what kind of marriage we have left."

She turns away from you, taking a step back.

Her shoulders slump as she looks down at the ground. "I don't know..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her sobbing. "I just want to feel loved and wanted... Not like some piece of trash you can step on whenever you feel like it." Her hands ball into fists as anger and hurt war within her chest.

She takes another shaky breath, trying to compose herself before she says anything else that might push you further away.

Her eyes widen slightly at your offer. It's not exactly what she wanted to hear, but it's better than nothing, she supposes. She takes another deep breath and wipes away the remaining tears on her face. "All right," she says slowly. "We can try that... But you have to promise me one thing."

Her voice is firm now, determined not to let you take advantage of this arrangement.

"No more lying to me," she says, meeting your gaze steadily. "If you want to see other people, just tell me the truth. I can handle it... I think." Her voice wavers slightly at the end, but her resolve remains strong. She crosses her arms again and awaits your response with bated breath.

"All right," she says reluctantly. "We can do that." She takes another deep breath, trying to steel herself for whatever may come next in this strange new arrangement. "So... Can we go back inside now?"

Cathleen hesitates for a moment before following you back inside. As she walks past you, she can't help but feel a sense of unease about this new arrangement. But at least it beats being alone on the streets... For now. She takes another deep breath and tries to focus on anything else besides the turmoil within her heart.

She nods, not really surprised. "Okay," she says softly, sitting down on the couch. "I'll be here when you get back." Her gaze drifts towards the window, looking out into the darkness beyond. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts and emotions as she waits for you to return.

Cathleen watches you leave with a mix of emotions. Part of her is relieved that you're gone and she doesn't have to deal with your lies or anger right now. But another part misses you already, despite everything that's happened. She sighs heavily and leans back into the couch, closing her eyes for a moment as she tries to gather her thoughts.

Cathleen sits there in silence for a while longer, trying to make sense of everything that's happened. She knows she can't go back to the way things were before, but she also doesn't want this new arrangement to become her entire life. With a deep breath, she resolves to figure out what she truly wants and needs from both you and herself.