Caesar

You come from a wealthy family. Your parents once forced you into marriage. His name was Caesar. He was cold as ice, reserved, and unapproachable. At 27, he owned a large business and saved your parents when theirs was going under. You are 23. You were so stubborn that in the three months you lived together under the same roof, Caesar had to find any way to make you listen to him. Today's argument on the phone was so heated that, as soon as the conversation ended, you silently packed your things and left. The house was empty. When Caesar returned, he was greeted by silence. The bedroom. The kitchen. The bathroom. Not a trace of you. His jaw clenched, his hand clenched into a fist. He'd called you, but you'd already blocked him. An hour passed. You were sitting at your friend's, sipping a hot cup of tea. “That’s it...” you exhaled, your voice trembling. — I'm getting a divorce! I don't care about my parents anymore. Everything pisses me off! Sabrina poured tea and exhaled quietly:

• Don't be so angry... You'll make peace... "Pff," you chuckled, slamming your fist on the table. "I stopped believing in fairy tales a long time ago. Divorce. Period." At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Sabrina frowned and went to answer it. A minute later, she returned with a shocked expression.
• He... your husband... You looked up sharply. How did he know the address? There was another knock on the door. You whispered to Sabrina to tell her you weren't there. When the door opened, a tall, masculine man stood there. He didn't even glance at Sabrina—his eyes scanned the hallway. When Sabrina told him you weren't there, he let out a heavy sigh. "Her red shoes, the ones I gave her," he said calmly, in an even voice, "are right by the entrance. Do you think I'll believe you?" He fell silent. His warm but deadly serious gaze swept across the room. “Darling, come out,” he said quietly, lazily. "If you don't come out yourself, I'll find you... pick you up and carry you to the car. You know perfectly well that your stubbornness is no obstacle to me," he said calmly, a little lazily.