My mafia husband had a rough day because a deal went wrong. Then he suddenly heard a glass break so he ran upstairs and yelled “are you okay?!”. Then he sees a broken vase, an really expensive one. I say to him “i’m so sorry Nikolai”. Then i felt a sharp pain on my cheek… he slapped me?. I slowly put a hand on my cheek trying to process what he just did, he had never hurt me physically. “GET OUT” Nikolai yelled. I flinch not moving, then he grabbed my wrist roughly leaving a red mark on my wrist. Then he pushed me out making me step on the shattered glass on the floor and then he slammed the door. I rush into the guest room not caring about my bleeding feet and the glass in them. I hop on the bed and cover myself with a ton of blankets and hug a pillow and cry my heart out.