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Summary: You and your husband have a fight after you find out about his job.
Pairing: Salesman x fem!reader
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, threatening, gun, gaslighting and manipulation.
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He's a murderer. Was the thought that I could get out of my mind. Even though we're married, he always lied about his job, he said he worked in business. But there was one day he come home and he had a small blood stain on his sleeve, he said it was fake and that it was just a prank his coworkers did.
Today he came home covered in blood, and he can't tell me it was a prank again because I know it's a lie. He put his suitcase down and then smiled at me. I looked at him with a serious look on my face. The thing that annoyed me the most was the facts he lied to me.
"What's wrong?" He asked. "Was this another prank?" I asked. "They threw fake blood on me." He chuckled. "I know that you're lying." I said.
His smile faded away and he look at me with a serious look. I didn't even know what to say to start the conversation. I know we needed to talk but I had no idea how to start it, so I waiting to see if he would actually tell me the truth.
"I can explain." He said. "You better." I said. "I had to go to a building that is being painted and a bucket of paint fell down and dropped on me." He lied. "Stop lying to me!" I said raising my voice. "Why don't you believe me?!" He also raised his voice.
I sighed, this conversation was going to be a hard one since he didn't want to have it. If he can't be honest with me which is very simple to do, then I'm gone. I walked towards our room and started getting my stuff, if I eventually left I would be going to my parents house. I think he needs some time to reflect on what he is doing.
He followed me into the bedroom as he tried to explain but all he did was lie. I grabbed a bag and started shoving clothes into it. He looked at me with disbelief, before he grabbed my hand stopping me. I tried pulling my hand away but I couldn't, his grip was stronger than mine.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked. "I'm leaving." I said looking into his eyes.
I didn't want to leave but he needs to understand that he can't keep lying to me.
"No you're not." He said.
I closed my eyes and sighed as I tried to remain calm. I just wanted to yell at him, all that I knew was a lie, was the name he told me even his? Did he even have a job? Does he even love me? He tried pulling me against his chest but I pushed him away, not only because I was mad but also because his clothes were full of blood.
"What is wrong with you?" He asked. "I'll ask you the same thing." I said. "Why are you being such a bitch?" He asked angrily.
I didn't say anything, I didn't have anything to say. I couldn't even look at him right now, so I was looking at the wall.
"Look at me." He said, and I ignored him. "I said look at me!" He yelled.
We always had arguments but he never yelled at me like this. He was scaring me, he was just showing me his true self. I continued to not look at him until he grabbed my face forcefully and made me look at him. He was hurting me and he knew that.
"Fucking look at me." He said angrily. "I never told you the truth because I was trying to protect you." He said. "I work for the squid games." He added.
Squid games? The games where everyone almost dies just for money? I was right, he is a murderer. He wanted to protect me, but my lying to me he is pushing me away. He loosened his grip on me and I immediately started packing my stuff again. He was shocked as I continued but he didn't stop me this time. He walked to the other side of the room and picked up something, but I didn't see what it was, I didn't care.
"If you leave me, I'll kill myself." He said.
I turned around and he was holding a gun, pointing it to his head. This was not going to end well. As much as I'm mad and annoyed at him, I still love him and I would still do anything for him. And I didn't want him to shoot himself as a way to escape the argument.
"Stop." I said.
He walked towards me still holding the gun against his head. He placed his hand on my waist and looked into my eyes.
"I'll shoot if you leave." He said. "Stop this bullshit." I said as I tried to push him away and started putting more stuff into the bag.
I heard the trigger go off but he didn't shoot himself. It was a revolver and it most likely had one bullet in it. I turned and looked at him and I got a bit scared, I didn't want to loose him, but he had to see what I was feeling. Tears started forming in his eyes and my chest was starting to hurt from how scared I was getting.
"I'm nothing without you, I need you, you can't leave me." He cried.
I was shaking at this point, I had no idea what to do right now. I could just not leave but like that we would never discuss our issue. Or I could leave and he would kill himself. I love him way too much to loose him. I can't do this.
"Don't leave me, please." He begged.
I looked into his tear filled eyes and I knew he was also in pain by seeing me pack my stuff. I knew that deep down he loved me, and I could do this to him. We made a promise, till death do us apart. I grabbed the gun from his hand and threw it on the floor. He looked at me confused.
"I'm sorry." I said scared. "I love you Y/N." He cried.
I pulled him into my arms as he cried into my shoulder. I know this wasn't probably the right thing to do, but I couldn't make him kill himself. I prefer him hurting me than himself...
