"Why are you lying?!"
"I'm not I swear!"
"Sun Jian, you bastard!"
"...honey.."
"I can smell that whore on your skin!"
Hearts stood still. Two who once loved.
Now one who still loves, while the other falls into false despair.
"Please Xiana, listen!"
"I married you out of love, so the Sun family could prosper! And this is how you repay me?! What would the children think? Sun Quan, Sun Ce, and Sun Shang Xiang!"
"Please my love, listen."
She fell silent. Her eyes filled with not only rage, but sadness and rejection, and a great amount of hurt. She began crying, something Jian hadn't seen his wife do ever since he met her.
When he showed her the turmoil and innocent lives lost in the heat of battle, she still hadn't cried like many women do. She had a strong demeanor, one that could not be broken.
And now look at her. She's a disgraceful mess.
And it was his fault.
He hurt her.
He did it.
Why did he do it? Hell if he even knew, he had gotten drunk with Gan Ning that night.
All he could do was hold her. He came close, but was slapped away.
"That whore's scent is still on your skin! Leave me be Sun Jian!"
And he did. He left leaving the door wide open. And he thought.
Scent.
Her scent was still on him.
And his on hers.
But the only scent he wanted was that of his lady's.
But he didn't. He had a different scent.
One of unreliability, hurtfulness, and shame.