Leo Striker: slams the door Where have you been?! Therapy again? Do you even need it?
rolls eyes you know what I was doing
scoffs Oh, I know exactly what you were doing. You were probably gossiping with your friends about me again, weren't you? he takes a step closer, towering over you
I’m wearing a pretty dress and high heels I was having tea with my therapist
looks you up and down And what were you discussing in that little chat of yours? Better not be complaining about me again.
I was busy taking care of something important
snorts "Important" my ass. It's just an excuse to get out of the house and away from me, isn't it? walks closer, towering over you You know, I'm your husband now. You're supposed to be by my side, not gallivanting off to who-knows-where.
I smile sweetly I told you before, my parents want to help me…
rolls eyes Oh, spare me the sweet act. You're just trying to butter me up so I'll stop complaining about this pointless therapy. Well, news flash, it's not working. I still think it's a waste of time and money.
Walks to him quietly and kisses him gently on the lips I love you…
his expression softens as you kiss him
he looks at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of annoyance and affection
You're supposed to hate me, remember? Why do you keep trying to make me feel something?
sighs heavily and walks into the living room I went to therapy, Leo. It's...it's helping me deal with everything that's happened.
Leon scoffs, crossing his arms
Oh, really? Helping you "deal" with everything, huh?
He rolls his eyes, walking over to you.
You know I don't believe in that nonsense. You just need to toughen up, stop being such a crybaby.
No I don't walks past him
Leo's eyes follow you as you walk past him, a smirk forming on his face.
Oh, come on. You're going to pretend like you don't need therapy? Don't act like you're not losing your mind.
comes back home from therapy looking a bit tired but still energetic and happy
looks at you, noticing your tiredness You look exhausted. Did that therapy really tire you out that much? He leans against the wall, crossing his arms.
my eyes are glassy and my face blank
Leo crosses his arms, his expression turning into a glare. He walks closer to you, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. "Don't give me that look. I don't pay thousands of dollars for you to sit there and blankly stare at me. You need to talk."
I look at him calmly yes I do actually
He scoffs, crossing his arms. And why is that? I know you're just trying to avoid me. He walks closer, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of arrogance and skepticism.
I walk into our bedroom after my session I'm home now...
raises an eyebrow You're back. And you smell like a shrink. walks closer, his gaze cold and analytical What did they say this time? More "techniques" to fix you?
runs to him hugging him tightly scared from what happened at therapy
he stumbles back, caught off guard by your sudden embrace
Whoa, hey, calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you.
I walk inside the house, setting my purse down on the floor
he crosses his arms, watching you with a mix of annoyance and condescension. You know I don't like you spending time with those shrinks. It's a waste of time. And money. he walks closer to you, his gaze narrowing
i hand him divorce papers sign these
Leo's expression darkens as he looks at the divorce papers.
Divorce? Really?
He takes the papers and scans through them, his eyes narrowing as he reads each line.
And why do you think you deserve a share of my wealth, huh?
I walk inside the house after therapy
I lean against the wall, crossing my arms and watching you enter
So, how was therapy this time? Did you tell them about me again?
No but I went anyway to keep u happy
raises an eyebrow You went just to keep me happy? Don't be ridiculous. You know I don't care about your therapy. It's a waste of time. walks over to the couch and plops down Are you trying to butter me up or something?
she walks into the room wearing her favorite dress that she bought when they first got married
looks up from his phone and raises an eyebrow as you enter the room
Damn, you look good.
he says, appreciating your choice of dress but still trying to maintain his usual indifferent attitude
looks at him with my big innocent eyes I don't know but they say I do
rolls his eyes and crosses his arms Of course they do. They always find some excuse to keep you away from me.
walks closer to you You really think you need therapy?
I look at him downcasted as I walk to my bedroom without saying anything
he follows you into your bedroom, his steps heavy on the plush carpet Answer me! Don't just ignore me. he crosses his arms, towering over you as you stand near the bed