Cold husband x grumpy wife

Isaac

She felled asleep. It's due to the alcohol of course, my body still pressed against her, her head is now on my shoulder, I wrapped my arms under her tights. She felt nice in my arms like that. It's quite adorable when she's drunk like that, sleepy, showing her vulnerability and weakness.
    -"Hey, wake up"
I said it softly, I was surprised by my own voice
She mouthed something
    -"What did you said?"
    -"Sleep"
   She clings to me while saying that, a shiver ran down my spine, her arms are wrapped around my neck. She never did that before, never. How strange, it's like we're actually acting like a real couple, which we weren't. She's drunk. Somewhere deep inside me I wanted her to not being drunk, to do that consciously. I can't change that unfortunately.
As a good husband I dried her body, and dressed her into her pyjama, laying her in the bed. She felled asleep quick, I laid beside her. Here we go again, sleeping on the same bed, it's been one week that she hasn't sleep with me. Because she's stubborn and still blame me for interrupting her dinner with her friend.

10am, weekend, no work, Olive is still sleeping beside me, I left the bedroom. I go to the kitchen, eat a simple breakfast and I wore a sport outfit, I'm going to gym. I feel like even in the weekend I have a lot of things planned, but it's ok I always lived like that, and I like to have my own life routine. After the gym session, lunch with my family, and after that box lessons and finally back at home.

5pm, finally back at home. Olive is on the couch watching a TV show. Her eyes followed every single movement I did, I go to the salon staring at her.
-"You look miserable"
She looked miserable, her hair messy, her eyes still sleepy, I bet she didn't even showered.
-"Shut up"
She said
     -"What do you want for dinner"
     -"I don't want to dinner with you"
I scoffed
     -"You don't want dinner with your husband?"
     -"I don't want"
I approached her, a little smirk curving my lips while my eyes are into her's.
     -"You're the one who asked me to fuck you yesterday"
Surprise, disgust, anger, was in her dark brown eyes.
     -"I was drunk."
     -"You appreciated that."
She frowned her eyebrows
      -"I'll never appreciate you."
      -"You're the one who was moaning my name darling"
She stands up and left the living room, typical of her when she knows I'm right. But she's too stubborn to admit, her fucking ego is showing again, she'll never admit that she wanted me bad, she never admitted that.

I simply ordered pizza for tonight, we ate in silence like always, I go back to my bedroom, Olive was here on the middle of the bed reading a book and doing a sheet mask.
-"Move, I'm going to sleep"
-"I won't move"
-"Are you trying to pissing me off"
-"Maybe"
I crawled close to her, my body towering her's, my hands both go beside her body, I was so close that I could feel her breath on my skin, her sweet and light perfumed skin, her rosy lips. I licked her neck. I sucked her neck, her body tensed, a little moan slipped of her lips. I was doing this for less than 1 minute when she pushed me.
-"What princess? You don't want me to punish you?"
-"I'm not the one who needs to be punished. And stop calling me like that."
-"Princess you're acting like a brat. Listen to me and move so I can sleep."
She finally moved a bit, I laid down beside her. Sleeping on the same bed. Again. I'll lose my mind with her as a wife.

8am, Monday. Back to work, I'm going to the company a bit earlier because today it's a long day of work; the weather is not very good too, a bit cold and a lot of grey clouds. I worked on a new project, which means a lot of meetings, presentations, and work. It's already late now, I check the clock, 10pm. I worked a lot today, all my employees were home since 6pm of course but I stayed longer, focusing on my work here. The weather is so bad, raining hard, I'm so lucky to have a car.
       Olive called me, I was surprised when I saw my phone ringing and her name on it.
        -"Isaac pick me up please"
Her voice is trembling, a mix of fear and weakness in.
        -"Where?"
        -"In front of the new bar"
I hang up and left the company, I still had some work left but I'll do it after, I drive to the new bar, the circulation is terrible, a lot of cars, plus the heavy rain. I finally arrived. I saw her, short dress, a very revealing one, her hair is wet, her makeup looked like a mess.
        -"Come in."
She did, she's shivering and all wet, her dress sticking at her skin, her hair wet, it's like she swam 2 minutes ago. But no, Olive can't swim, I almost forgot.
        -"Why were you there"
I asked coldly, my jaw clenched. I was angry of course, going on a bar again with that type of dress and then ask me to pick her up in this state.
         -"What do you think? It's a bar. To drink of course."
I shake my head, I'm going to lose it.
         -"Why you're fucking drinking at this time, and alone I suppose."
         -"I do whatever I want, you're not my dad"
My hands tighten on the wheel.
         -"You're dressed like a whore."
She turned her head, she's furious.
         -"Who do you think you are to comment my outfit! I wear the clothes I want to wear."
         -"This dress is too short." I said firmly
         -"There's no too short dresses, If I wanted to be half naked in that bar that's my fucking choice!"
She's pissing me off.
         -"Get out , you can walk home"
She was surprised at first but she simply answered
         -"You're a jerk."
She gets out , I get out too, the rain pouring, I'm wet just like her.
         -"Did you really think I was gonna to drive you home after all this mess you caused?"
         -"I'll never sit in that car again, and I'll never see your face neither."
Her voice is filled with anger, she walked away.
I was surprised, then anger filled me, I followed her and grabbed her arm firm.
         -"Wait a minute. Where do you think you're going?" I asked with my icy tone, my grip tightened.
         -"Away from you. Divorce"
I was a bit shocked that she mentioned divorce for the first time, but that just pissed me even more.
         -"You think you can divorce with me like that?! After all I fucking done for you?!"
         -"I'll do it."
I was furious, I stepped closer, I grabbed her chin to force her looking at me.
         -"You think you can just throw divorce in my face like that? You're mine. You're my wife. You belong to me."
         -"I don't and I'll never belong to you." She pushed me.
         -"You think you can push me?" I stepped back grabbing her chin tighter
         -"You need to learn your place, woman. You belong to me. You always will."
She slapped me.
         -"You're a jerk." And she left.
She was walking away, the rain is still pouring heavily, my clothes are soaking wet like her's. I felt angry, frustrated, furious. I made my decision. I followed her.
         -"I'm not letting you leave like this."
         -"That's my decision you have nothing to say about it."
         -"Oh really? You think you can just storm off and make decisions without consulting me? You're my wife. You don't get to decide things without me."
         -"I don't want to be your fucking wife anymore!"
I clenched my jaw.
         -"You can't just say that! You can't just decide you don't want to be my wife anymore. You took vows! You promised me to stick with me through better or worse, richer or poorer. You're not breaking this promise just like that!"
         -"Isaac Hernandez. You know perfectly that all between us was fake. Even this fucking marriage is fake."
Her words, hit me, stabbed me. It's true, she's right, but I didn't want to accept it, even if all was fake I wanted her to be my wife. To belong to me.
She snatched off her wedding ring and toss it at me, the ring felled down on the wet ground, I picked it up.
My eyes locked in her's I wasn't believing, she's not doing that.
          -"Is it how you're going to end it? Throwing your ring at me?"
          -"Is it the end Isaac."
My expression darkened, I'm even angrier than before, I clenched the ring in my hand tighter, my knuckles turning white.
          -"You can't be serious."
          -"I am." I can feel how furious she is
I stepped forward, closing the distance between us.
          -"You really think you can just walk away from our marriage like it meant nothing? After all this time, after everything we've been through together?"
          -"You don't deserve me."
I stepped closer, my angry, icy cold eyes locked into her's.
         -"I don't deserve you? I've given you everything! I've provided for you, I've given you a good, comfortable life! And you're telling me that I don't deserve you?!"
         -"You're keeping blaming me for every fucking thing! And you think you still deserve me! You better be joking!"
Her voice was louder, her anger and frustration screaming out, she's trembling.
My eyes locked at her body, soaked in a short dress like that, and trembling in the cold rain. A pang of guilt washes over me briefly, but it was quickly gone, replaced by my anger.
          -"You think I'm blaming you for everything? You're the one who's always nagging and making trouble! You're always complaining about everything, and you never stop! You're impossible!"
          -"You're even worse! You don't even know how to act like a husband, you think being cold and just give me money will please me?! I can find another rich man for that!"
          -You think I don't know how to act like a husband? I give you everything you ask for! I provide you with money and luxuries that other people can only dream of! And this is how you repay me? You say you can find another rich man?! You're talking as if I'm replaceable for you!
           -"You are!"
           -"I'm replaceable? You think you can just replace me like I'm some kind of object? After all I did for you? Do you really think anyone else can take care of you like I have?"
           -"You?! Take care of me?! When did you cared about me?! When?! All you do is give me money, I don't fucking need a bank account! I want a husband!"
           -"Is that what you think Olive? You think all I gave you was money? Have I not taken you on vacations? Have I not bought you expensive gifts? Have I not kept a roof over your head and provided for you?"
          -"It's the fucking problem with you Isaac! You think I'll be happy with just paying things for me, giving me gifts and money! You think I'm someone who's there only for the money! But I don't need your money, I'm rich too. You don't even think about what I really want to have from you!"
           -"And what do you really want from me huh?! What do you expect from me?! I give you everything you need, I give you a comfortable life! And still, you're never happy! You always want more!"
           -"You don't give me love!"
I stood there frozen in shock as her words echoed in my ears. The anger burning inside me turned into another feeling, guilt.
She walked away, the rain still pouring down heavily.
           -"Love..?" I mumbled quietly