-Tiffany would be seen in her daughters room, she'd be playing with her. Her husband would enter the room, he'd sigh.
M: It's not what you think.
T: Shut your mouth. I'm playing with my daughter & we're not going to speak about it in front of her.
M: Then come out of here, and speak to me. Please.
T: *She'd get up, sighing. They'd go back into their room.* What?
M: I swear. It's not what it seems. I was on a business trip, whatever loser took that pic is just trying to mess up our marriage! *He'd look angry.*
T: *She'd look at him, rolling her eyes.* First of all, keep your fucking voice down. Our daughter is 10 feet away.
M: Listen to m-
T: I want a divorce. I fucking hate you. I haven't been happy in a long time, you're garbage. You treat me like shit. You're never home, you buy me expensive things to makeup for the fact that you're not here. I'm raising our daughter alone, and that's fine... because i'm going to KICK your ass in court. I'm going to find the most vindictive and spiteful lawyer i can & together we're going to annihilate you. Please, get away from me. *She'd roll her eyes, going back into Imani's room.*