"Well, I was not bestowed with the lung capacity to yell and be coherent at the same time," her fingers found the pendant charm she gifted him as a token of love during their wedding ceremony, "Yesterday, I had this suffocating feeling that no matter what I said or how many suggestions I could make, it wouldn't matter in the end because your mind was already made without me being part of it,"
"I see," his arms wrapped more firmly around her, "Though I am curious, was it Ada that suggested you handle your… Frustration the way you did?" his diamonds flickered onto the surface of his desk which had been emptied to make space for her body only minutes earlier.
Arabella's face yielded, allowing the blood that had rushed up to color it red.
"Ada suggested that I find a middle ground for the two of us. A way that allows us to solve our disagreements that does not involve me feeling inferior or as a decoration piece in my own marriage,"
