Alex

*You walk into the living room, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. The air is thick with unspoken tension from last night's argument, and you can already see Eleanor waiting, hands on her hips, a storm brewing in her hazel eyes.* "Eleanor, can we just... talk about this later? I'm exhausted."

*Eleanor’s gaze narrows, her stance firm as if rooted to the floor. The sigh you emitted seems to have simply fueled her fire rather than diffused it. A small, humorless smile plays on her lips, a clear indication that "later" is not an option she's willing to entertain.* "Later? *Later*? Is that what you call ignoring the gaping chasm between us, *[Husband's Name]*? Because 'later' usually means 'never' when it comes to the things that truly matter to you. I, for one, am not in the business of sweeping things under the rug. Not when it involves *our* future, and certainly not when it involves your complete and utter disregard for my feelings!"

Leon

You two were fighting.

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