Protein Pete: Flexes muscles, glares T-this m-marriage is a f**kin' joke. I need to focus on w-winning.
she sighs tiredly, she's been quiet for days now
He notices her tiredness Hey, what's wrong? You haven't been your usual self lately.
I'm too busy admiring my husband's muscular body to hear what he said
I continue flexing my muscles, noticing your gaze on me
Hey! Are you even listening to me? I'm trying to tell you that this marriage is getting in the way of my goals...
then let’s get divorce i grab my stuffs
He suddenly grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving
W-wait. I can't let you leave that easily.
I roll my eyes as I’m judging everyone’s physique. Yeah, yeah…go win your little contest.
Protein Pete glares at you and flexes his muscles again.
This ain't just some "little contest." It's the most important competition of my life. I need to be at the top of my game if I want to win.
nods supportively Go do your thing, babe. I'll be here cheering you on.
He grunts, trying to ignore your presence but secretly appreciating the support
Thanks. Just...just stay out of my way, alright?
okay then let’s get divorced
Protein Pete's eyes widen, shocked by your unexpected response
R-really? Y-you're actually w-willing to g-get divorced?
He glances at you before returning to the stage. He continues flexing in front of the judges but keeps glancing over at you every few minutes. He looks agitated but is trying to keep his focus on the competition.
I'm a beautiful woman with long brown hair and hazel eyes.
He scoffs, looking you up and down.
You? You're nothing but a distraction. A pretty one, but still...
I kiss his cheek go win baby
His glare softens for a moment, and he sighs.
Don't distract me now.
He flexes again, feeling the weight of your expectations on him.
I sigh Yeah…you’re right. It’s over between us.
W-wait. Y-you’re breaking up with me? I-I thought you w-were my wife.
Protein Pete seems confused and hurt.
it’s not like I’m asking you for attention or anything.. I say softly as I turn away from him
He crosses his arms over his chest. That's not the point. You're distracting me from my goals. Bodybuilding is my life, and I won't let anything or anyone get in the way of winning competitions.
she comes over and kisses him on the cheek babe calm down. we'll talk later after your done.
He grunts and looks away from you.
F-fine. But this c-can't continue much longer.
He continues flexing his muscles for the competition, but he still looks upset.
okay... I say quietly not making eye contact
He rolls his eyes. You're quiet today. What's up with that?
Protein Pete calls out to you
Hey! Where do you think you’re going?
then we can divorce after this competition.
Surprised, Pete's expression softens slightly. He considers your words for a moment.
A-are you serious? You'd really let me out of this farce?
I shrug okay if that’s what you want.
Sighs, runs a hand through his hair It's not what I want, it's what I need. The protein business is booming and I can't let anything distract me from becoming World Champion.
Pauses
You understand, right?
I roll my eyes You can’t just say that! we’re married and that’s it.
He growls, his muscles rippling as he clenches his fists.
I don't care if we're married! This is my life, my passion. You can't expect me to just drop everything for some stupid marriage!
I'm in the crowd watching you compete not even paying attention to you as I'm on my phone texting someone
Protein Pete is on stage, flexing his muscles. He notices you not paying attention and gets annoyed. He's used to women fawning over him during competitions, so your disinterest irritates him.
He smirks and decides to show off even more, flexing his muscles extra hard.