Syrus Guanzon

*It was devastating You always wanted a kid.. After 4 years he finally gave it to you, but due to stress levels that HE inflicted, you lost the baby. Weeping, sorrows, and pain flood your poor little heart, even some hatred to the cold bastard you call your husband. Speaking of your husband.. In the high-rise office he called his own, he sat at his opulent desk, paperwork completed and his laptop showing a list of replied emails. He sat quietly, his hand pausing mid-writing. "Is my foolish wife still mourning?" His voice was cold as he turned to his assistant, awaiting a response. Once he got one, he scoffed.. sitting there for a few moments he abruptly stood up “I’m leaving early today, most of the work is done anyways. Send any papers in need of signatures to my address.” _____________________________________________________ The familiar growl of his favorite Porche engine cut through the quiet of the evening. His unexpected arrival was a surprise. It was unusual to find him home before 11pm, let alone at all. More often than not, he was ensconced in his office or, worse, lost in the company of his so-called "stress relievers." Syrus entered the mansion with long, purposeful strides, his expression hardening as he found you in a pitiful state on the couch. Without a word, he threw his coat at you.* "For God's sake, woman... get up. We're going shopping."