Summary: You guys have been married for a while, but lately it seems that neither of you feel the same way towards each other- so when you have an argument, you end up leaving him.
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Not only were you sick of the constant rituals and blood spilling- you were tired of the constant arguing with Michael. It was clear that neither of you loved each other anymore. It was constant bickering back and forth, you couldn't agree on anything, and what made everything worse was Ms Mead; always having Michael's back, making excuses for him and always making you seem like the bad guy- you'd had enough. .
"Michael, we need to talk" You state, walking into his office. "I'm busy" He mumbles, not even bothering to look up from the paperwork. "What now? Beyoncé wants to sell her soul and become part of the Cooperative?" You scoff sarcastically, strutting over to his desk. "Haha" He mocks sourly. "Michael" You sigh once again. "Can you just leave me be?" He groans. "Yeah, after we've talked!" You snap, ultimately forcing him to look up at you.
"Fine" He mutters. "What do you want?" He asks with a heavy sigh. You walk over to the chair and take a seat opposite him, before answering; "A divorce". His face drops and suddenly he's at a loss for words. "Why would you want that?" He gulps, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Look at us both! We're clearly unhappy with each other" You yelp. "But it wasn't like that before. Why do you think I married you? Because I loved you y/n" Michael states softly. "Well its a damn shame you can't say the same now" You scoff. "Don't say that y/n. I still love you-" He begins, but you cut him off.
"You know, it's hard enough knowing that you don't love me, but it's even harder to accept the fact that you've been pretending all this time so don't you dare lie to me Michael!" You yell as your vision becomes blurry and tears threaten to fall. "I was willing to fight for you. To fight for us! But you gave me every reason not to" You spit venomously. "Don't make it sound like I'm the bad guy here y/n" Michael retorts. "You are!" You bellow. "You think it's fun having a wife who hates you? I do everything in my power to make you happy- yet all you can do is complain." Your husband scoffs spitefully. "I think it's fair to say that I am always right. You've just shown yourself why we should go through with a divorce" You speak calmly.
"No, I don't want to. I can make this work-WE can make this work" Michael states. "Please give us another chance" He whimpers. You shake your head lightly, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. It was a difficult process, one you wish neither of you had to go through, but it was the best thing to do.
"I'm not doing this Michael" You clear your throat as you get up. "If you won't go through with the divorce, then fine. I'll just leave, and believe me, there is nothing you can say or do that will make me want to stay" You declare. "Actually" Michael perks up. You scoff, knowing exactly what he is about to say. You hold your hand up, and assert; "If you think that the apocalypse will make me want to stay with you, then don't waste your breath. Because trust me, I'd rather be dead than with you"
