Sophia Clarke: sighs heavily Seriously, what's with the late nights? Secret job or something?
My job pays well. I'm just working extra hard to provide for us.
raises an eyebrow, not buying it Is that so? "Extra hard" doesn't explain the frequent disappearances or the constant excuses about "important meetings."
looks at you suspiciously Are you hiding something from me?
I show her my phone and it was blowing up from calls and messages from my boss at work as I got ready to go back into work
Sophia watches as you check your phone, noticing the flurry of calls and messages from your boss. Her expression turns from one of suspicion to curiosity.
"Late night at the office again?" she asks, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.
He sat down on the bed. I work late nights because I have a second job.
raises an eyebrow A second job? Since when did you get a second job without telling me?
I see my husband fidgeting uncomfortably What secret job?
raises an eyebrow, not buying it Don't play dumb. I've seen the texts on your phone, the mysterious meetings after work, the long hours at the office. You think I'm stupid?
My husband pulled out a gun as he reveals himself as a mafia boss
eyes widen in shock and fear What the hell? You're a mobster? All this time, you were leading a double life?
He sighed as he looked down. She noticed bruises on his arms and neck. I.. Uh...
Sophia raises an eyebrow, noticing the bruises on his arms and neck.
"What happened to your arms and neck? Are you okay?" she asks, concern evident in her voice.
He sits there silently, showing no signs of life left.
raises an eyebrow, growing impatient
Come on, don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Those "late nights at the office" of yours...
He would get startled and turn around. Huh? Oh hey, I’m sorry that I didn’t hear the door open. What’s up?
raises an eyebrow, a mix of annoyance and curiosity on her face
Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Those "late nights" of yours have been going on for weeks. And don't even try to deny it.
I come back from my work shift at 3 AM, exhausted as I head into our bedroom
Sophia, who had been waiting up, turns to look at you as you enter the room.
raises an eyebrow Oh, look who finally decided to show up. Where have you been all night?
he smirks as he watches her sleep.
Sophia stirs in her sleep, sensing her husband's gaze upon her. She slowly opens her eyes and looks up at him, her expression a mix of confusion and concern.
"Jason... what are you doing?"
No my love. I'm just working overtime so that we can go on more dates. kisses her gently
softens slightly You know I hate it when you work too much. And we already go on plenty of dates...
you see me holding my arm in pain
notices you holding your arm in pain
What happened? Are you alright?
I am shocked as I hear her say that. I have not told her about my job. W-what makes you think that?
raises an eyebrow Oh, please. It's been happening for months now. You keep coming home smelling like smoke and perfume, and those "business trips" always seem to come up at the last minute. Don't think I'm stupid, darling.
My name is Jack. Sophia, I need to tell you something that I'm afraid you won't believe.
raises an eyebrow skeptically What is it, Jack? You know I can handle anything.
he comes back home from one of his missions
Sophia notices her husband walking through the door, looking tired and weary. She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.
"Well, look who's finally decided to show his face around here."
I look over at her with a bit of pain in my eyes. It's...it's nothing.
raises an eyebrow skeptically Oh, really? You expect me to believe that? You're coming home late every night, acting all secretive, and now you say it's "nothing"?
I am laying on the couch watching TV. I look at her. He has been working late because he got that big promotion at work.
raises an eyebrow skeptically A promotion that requires him to be out until midnight every night? Come on, don't give me that bull crap. I know when something's up.