Dictator Husband

Looking at her departing figure, Adam felt guilt rising up in his body, wrapping around his entire being. "Good job, Adam." He muttered under his breath, sarcasm dripping off from his every word. He didn't want to upset her or mean to sound rude even in the slightest bit, but his words failed him, or it may be the way he placed them out. 

Heaving out a long sigh, he groaned in annoyance when Stella was no longer in his line of sight. "You better fix this, you moron." He scolded himself before his feet began to move in the direction of the room. He knew he needed to fix it as soon as possible. His frail heart wouldn't be able to see her upset. He would prefer her to lash out on him, rather than staying quiet with a sad smile embracing her delectable lips.