Worn Touch (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

(3.5) Angelica and Jacob Raine

(PART 1/2)

Another long night at work, my ass. This is ridiculous. Jacob seethed, anger coursing through his body as he stood staring at his wife, arms crossed.

Angelica frowned, clenching her fist behind her back. He was being silent, however he had that look on his face, demeaning and disapproving in his gaze. However, she tried her best to keep it together. She knows it's tough with her being gone so often. If only there was more time in the day... Time to work and time to be here for him equally. But there's not. "Babe... I'm sorry. You know I want to be home, but what can I do when it's work?"

"Look, I told you plenty of times. I tried to be understanding and let you do your thing since you soooo desperately wanted to, but I'm at my breaking point, Angelica. I didn't know it was going to tear us apart this much. I can take care of you just fine. Is that job really more important than me?"

Now that was enough to make Angelica angry. "Jacob, you know how important this job is to me. It's not just something I want to discard. I love what I do, and you know that!"

Her voice started to raise out of frustration. They've had this conversation so many times and he still doesn't understand her. He always acts like he doesn't give a shit about her job even though she's so passionate about it, and it's true. He just doesn't care. "I've told you this countless times! I know you can take care of me, but that's not the point! And you know what? It's not like I'm the only one getting pulled away from work! The only reason you want me to be home early is so I'll be here to take care of you before you head off to party at that shitty nightclub of yours!"

Jacob scoffs. "I'm not fucking partying, I'm doing my goddamn job! I'm the fucking owner!"

"You're doing your job? Oh, joy! So am I!!!" She yells.

"This is fucking rich. Hey, can I ask you something? You know I'm the man, right? Not you." He steps closer to her, looming over. "You know how many women would kill to be with me and would respect my place in this household?"

Angelica lets out a frustrated laugh. She's starting to learn that marrying the man who was an asshole to everyone else but you does seem to backfire eventually. "You're sick. I'm not trying to be 'the man' or anything like that. Do you feel threatened by me actually having a sense of identity outside of you? Is that it?"

"It's just biology. Men are supposed to be the providers and-"

"Fuck you. I don't want to hear your shitty takes." She turns. I can't do this. Is he really spouting this bullshit to me? Is this really the man I idealized so much?

"You know what?" Angelica grabs her bag from the table. "I rushed home as quick as I could for you, so I wasn't as thorough with my research, but it seems that was pointless. I'm going to do more work." She storms out the front door, leaving Jacob dumbfounded and angry.

That bitch. She just doesn't know her place. Is this really what I deserve? Whatever. She'll get over her pissy fit sooner or later. That's what Jacob thought, at least. One week of her avoiding him and ignoring him lead to a month. Then that month turned into three months. He was at his wits end at this point. The only thing he could turn to was the club that he owned where he found himself partying and drinking.

And of course, this included filling in for what he was lacking. It was only natural that all of the women would fall over someone 'successful and charismatic' like him when he made his advances. This is what he believed, and he was right. He was exceptional at putting on a mask in front of the right people to get what he wanted.

Not only did this ease with women help him cure his loneliness, it also made him more angry that the one person he couldn't seem to get to his side was his dear wife. Everyone seems to want him, he's a total catch. Well, everyone but her. This only fueled his belief that he is the victim in this situation.