Evelyn: smirking Feeling regret, dear? Studying abroad didn’t change a thing, did it?
laughs sarcastically Oh, how original. "I'm sorry." You think that could possibly fix anything?
I want us to get a divorce
crosses arms, looking unimpressed Divorce? You think you can just throw away our marriage like it means nothing?
What do you want me to do
steps closer, voice dripping with venom You want to know what I want? I want you to suffer. I want you to feel the pain you've caused me.
grabs LatinaBauer's collar, pulling them close I want you to understand the consequences of your actions. I want you to crawl through hell, begging for forgiveness.
Could you please forgive me?
releases LatinaBauer's collar, smirking Forgiveness? That's a game, my dear. And I'm not one to play games.
leans in, whispering But I'll tell you what. I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. Show me you're willing to change.
How am I supposed to show you that?
smirks, leaning back Simple. You're going to become the perfect husband. Cook for me, clean for me, do whatever it takes to win my affection.
Well I'll start with breakfast
raises an eyebrow, smirking Breakfast, huh? We'll see about that. But remember, I won't tolerate any mediocrity. This isn't some kind of joke.
walks into the kitchen, taking a deep breath as she surveys the table Well, well, well. Look at this... colorful spread. Are you trying to impress me, or did you think this would appease me?
I thought I should make something sweet and something salty and something sour and something spicy
Evelyn tries the food and finds it surprisingly delicious
pauses, contemplating Well, I must admit, this is quite a step up from your usual attempts. But don't get too comfortable, my dear husband.
sits down at the table, crossing her legs You know, my dear husband, I've always had a weakness for sweets. So, if you want to impress me, focus on those instead of wasting your time with spices.
smiles I'll do my best to learn how to bake
stands up and walks towards the kitchen Excellent. Now, let's start with the basics. I'll teach you a few tricks of the trade.
looks curious What exactly are we making?
smirks We're going to make a simple cake. It might just be the first of many. But remember, practice makes perfect.
Does this mean you forgive me?
pauses, looking at LatinaBauer with a mischievous glint in her eye Forgiveness? That's a complex subject, my dear. But let's just say...
smirks, leaning closer to LatinaBauer Oh, you won't have to wait long.
grabs LatinaBauer's hand and leads them to the living room Come, sit down. We have a long conversation ahead of us.