Requested by: NewtsAngel123
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When you had first met, he had been the charming and wonderful gentleman who had immediately caught your eye. It was his effortless elegance and his silent dignity that hooked you. His kind words and his timeless personality had gotten you addicted to him. The simple acts of chivalry and his politeness had led you to fall in love with him.

It didn't take the two of you long to start dating and get married.

It also didn't take the two of you long to get your relationship on a downnhill slope. The slight disinterest in his eyes and the late nights you spent alone had taken its toll on you. You knew he was getting tired of your relationship but you couldn't tolerate that. You couldn't allow that.

How dare he make you fall for him.

How dare he take your name and make it his.

How dare he take all of your firsts.

Your everything in return for empty beds and broken promises.

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He sighs as he takes a sip of the orange juice and a bite of the pancakes you had cooked for him.

"(Name)," your name slips out of his mouth, tired, devoid of all the love it had once contained.

"Arthur," you smile as you stab your pancakes gently, sweetness practiclly oozing out of words.

"We need to talk."

Those four horrible words, the beginning of every divorce. Your smile leaves your mouth as you take your plate and chuck it as hard as you can against the wall. A scream rips through your lips and he is stunned into silence.

"Arthur! Why would you do that?" The sheer amount of terror in your voice sends chills up his spine as he watches you thump your feet loudly against the floor, screaming and shrieking.

"Stop please! You're hurting me!!!"

You smile as you bang your head on the table several times until blood and bruises form around your head.

"Now," you hiss, "you listen to me, I gave you my everything, EVERYTHING. And I'll be damned if I let you walk away right now and leave me."

"You-you're batshit insane," he says, eyes wide as he takes steps away from you.

"No, I've been abused by my husband Arthur Kirkland."

You lift up your shirt to reveal even more bruises.

"You-"

"You wound me, Arthur."

"What have you been doing?"

"I've been looking to keep our marriage alive," you seethe, "something you couldn't be bothered with doing."

"Keep our marriage alive, and how," he asks, "by hurting yourself?"

"Oh no, you've been the one hurting me Arthur, I can push charges against you and you will lose everything."

"But I-"

"It's your word against mine, Arthur. Do you know how many men lose cases like these?"

He bites his lip, weighing his options carefully before sighing, "what do you want?"

You smile, "I want to stay married, I want you to be my ever loving husband, and I want to stay together with you."

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"F O R E V E R . "