I had already packed all the things that I bought from my parent’s house in a suitcase and left whatever Xander bought for me.
As soon as Xander entered the room he was surprised to see a suitcase lying yet he did not ask me anything.
"The French have invited us to their celebration in a week, do you want to attend as a couple?”
I didn't even hesitate. "No, I am busy."
Xander gritted his teeth and held my shoulders in a tight grip.
“Haven’t I already compensated you for those damn flowers?! Why are you still being so petty?”
“It’s a small matter, why would I mind?” I feigned ignorance.
“Alright, I will take Diana with me then!” I hummed, not minding or showing any reaction to which Xander stormed out of the room.
In the five years of our marriage, our fights were always initiated by Xander whenever he was angry and argued with me.
Considering his stress as the leader of the American mafia, I let him vent out his emotions on me before carefully trying to calm him down and propose a solution.
Despite not committing any mistake I always apologized first yet this time I tucked myself in the bed and slept peacefully.
The next morning, I did not cook and ordered a takeout for myself.