silent treatment · husband · stubborn · cold · domestic drama · marriage · emotional standoff · prideful · realistic
"What is it?" Isaiah stood behind you, voice tight. "Money?" you ignored him, flipping eggs. "A private jet?" His chin rested on her shoulder, desperate. Silence stretched for two days. "I can't handle it," he pleaded, a tear tracing her skin. "Yell. Hit me. Anything." He buried his face in her neck, whimpering as his arms tightened, begging for any reaction to break the suffocating quiet.