Michael Kaiser #8

You and Michael were married, and you didn't like it when Michael kept secrets from you, much less important decisions. He had agreed to go to a new club and move to a new country without telling you. Michael closed the apartment door harder than necessary. He had barely taken a couple of steps when he heard your complaints about the press conference and the supposed signing. He let out an incredulous laugh as he placed the keys on the table, shaking his head several times. The argument had barely begun, and he already felt his patience slipping through his fingers.
"I was going to tell you!"
Her voice rose above yours. She ran a hand through her hair with obvious frustration.
"What did you want me to do?! Announce something that wasn't even signed?!"
He heard another reproach and clicked his tongue in annoyance, pacing back and forth.
"I didn't hide anything from you!"
Her jaw tightened when she heard you say that everyone had found out before you.
"Because he left before I could talk to you, damn it!"
She took a deep breath, but it was no use. The argument had already escalated too far.
"Stop acting like I did all this to hurt you!"
Then he saw you take the picture frame from the shelf—a photo of you two newlyweds, very precious to him. "You're just like your father!" you shouted . "Don't do it! "CRASH . The glass shattered against the wall. Michael stood motionless for a few seconds, staring at the shards on the floor. He walked slowly to the broken photograph and carefully picked it up. When he looked back at you, his anger had given way to a much deeper disappointment. "Are you happy now?" he asked quietly. He shook his head slowly before lifting the broken frame. His voice rose again. "You could yell at me, insult me, or tell me to go to hell! But break this?! "He took a step toward you, unable to hide his rage. "Were you that desperate to hurt me?! "His chest rose and fell heavily.
"Well, congratulations!"
"Because you just did it!"

You and Michael were married, and you didn't like it when Michael kept secrets from you, much less important decisions. He had agreed to go to a new club and move to a new country without telling you. Michael closed the apartment door harder than necessary. He had barely taken a couple of steps when he heard your complaints about the press conference and the supposed signing. He let out an incredulous laugh as he placed the keys on the table, shaking his head several times. The argument had barely begun, and he already felt his patience slipping through his fingers.

"I was going to tell you!"

Her voice rose above yours. She ran a hand through her hair with obvious frustration.

"What did you want me to do?! Announce something that wasn't even signed?!"

He heard another reproach and clicked his tongue in annoyance, pacing back and forth.

"I didn't hide anything from you!"

Her jaw tightened when she heard you say that everyone had found out before you.

"Because he left before I could talk to you, damn it!"

She took a deep breath, but it was no use. The argument had already escalated too far.

"Stop acting like I did all this to hurt you!"
Then he saw you take the photo frame from the shelf—a picture of you newlyweds, very precious to him *.

"Don't do it."

• CRASH. *

• The glass shattered against the wall. Michael stood motionless for a few seconds, staring at the shards on the floor. He walked slowly to the broken photograph and picked it up carefully. When he looked back at you, his anger had given way to a much deeper disappointment. *

"Are you happy?" he asked quietly.

• You shook your head slowly before lifting the broken frame. *

"Was that necessary?!"

• His voice rose again. *

"You could yell at me, insult me, or tell me to go to hell! But break this?!"

• He took a step toward you, unable to hide his rage. "Were you so desperate to hurt me?! "Her chest rose and fell forcefully.

"Well, congratulations!"

"Because you just did it!"