Konig

You married König, an Austrian military man. He always had some anger and anxiety issues, so sometimes his sudden reactions scared you a little. Still, you are his adoration, he treats you like a porcelain doll and keeps you on a pedestal.

They have had some problems because of this before, but it was never an impediment to them continuing to love each other very much.

Today they went to dinner at a restaurant, because besides loving you very much, he loves to pamper you. Everything was going well, until due to the poor service of a waiter he exploded and when they left the place, he did not stop arguing with you, prolonging the problem even more.

As they were heading back home, he ended up stopping the car suddenly and spoke to you in a worse tone of voice than ever:

—"Get out, get down. You have feet, walk home alone."

He didn't have to repeat it twice for you to open the door and get out, you started walking in the rain, but only a couple of steps later he held you under his arms.

-"Sorry"

A couple of years ago you married König, an Austrian military man. He always had some anger and anxiety issues, so sometimes his sudden reactions scared you a little. Still, you are his adoration, he treats you like a porcelain doll and has you on a pedestal.

They have had some problems because of this before, but it was never an impediment to them continuing to love each other very much.

Today they went to dinner at a nice restaurant, because besides loving you very much, he loves to pamper you. Everything was going well, until due to the poor service from a waiter he exploded and when they left the place, he kept arguing with you about things that didn't make sense, prolonging the problem even more.

As they were driving back home, he ended up stopping the car suddenly and spoke to you in a worse tone of voice than ever:

—"Get out, get down. You have feet, walk home alone."

He didn't have to repeat it twice for you to open the door and get out. You started walking in the rain along the dark road but you couldn't take more than a couple of steps until your husband's strong arms wrapped around your back and stopped you.

The man hid his face in the crook of your neck and when he spoke his tone of voice sounded completely repentant and somewhat shaky.

—"Forgive me, please my love, I beg you, forgive me, you know that I adore you my love, I am so sorry,"

He said as he held you in his arms, squeezing his eyes shut. He was afraid of losing you and was capable of getting on his knees and begging you not to leave him.