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Worried!CBS X Angry!Reader

Based off some facts I've found on the internet. Might contain some trigger material. And also- it's kinda long :3
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Angry and irritated: That's how you felt with Christian Brutal Sniper, your husband of twelve years and counting.

Or maybe it's going to have to stop there.

Why, one might ask? Well, while people know that you two did have long and loving years of fruitful relationship, they can't deny that they've noticed some... tension rising over the recent years.

Christian would come home late, drunk, angry, or all of the above. You'd wake from a restless slumber with dark circles around your eyes and dried tears unpleasantly sticking to your cheeks. Then you'd go down and listen to him rambling about how terrible life is, those damned BLUs, and yada-yada blah blah blah. You'd roll your eyes, wait it all out, and then go back to your cold and dusty bed after he's calmed down with another bottle of booze.

You just couldn't understand it!
What could've caused your sweet family man to become the bastard he's acting like now? Are they even the same person? It frustrated you to overthink about it that you'd breakdown at work, at home, or just about any place. You started fearing for the worst when you found yourself also snapping at others, acting just like your husband altogether. You decided from that point on that everything's got to stop before it gets too out of hand. It's too late for your husband now, but you- you could still change how your life will turn out.

Which was why one night, as your husband spread himself lazily out on the sofa, you barged in, turned the television off, and carelessly threw an envelope out unto the table where it landed with a sharp and ear ringing smack!

"What's this? Taxes?" Christian grumbled impatiently at having his program interrupted. He watched you trot to the kitchen to get yourself a cold glass of water before picking up the neat envelope.

A scorning huff and a shuffling of papers, and the air became still and the room defeaningly quiet as anticipation kicked in.

"I just need you to sign those and we're good," you sighed nonchalantly, bringing the brim of the cup to your lips to take a sip of water.

"Divorce papers?" he asked quietly, rising from the squeaky cushions. "Yer kidding right?"

You smirked and turned to face your husband all the while setting the now empty glass beside the unkempt sink. "Do I look like I'm joking Christian?" you challenged with a clear hint of sarcasm.

"Sheila..." he was speechless, but he still couldn't take his crimson eyes off the paper and eyed every word he saw.

"Look- I don't want to hear anything," you snapped, pinching the bridge of your nose. "You've shown me how you really felt about this marriage, now it's my turn to show you how I feel; We'll talk about this in the morning, I'm deathly tired."

"Sheila no!" Brutal growled, running after you. "I refuse to sign those damn papers."

"I don't want to be with you anymore!" you shrieked, whipping your head around to face him properly. There were tears in your eyes, but they have yet to fall. "I love you Christian, but..."

You paused, composing yourself before continuing to speak your mind out: You simply refused to be seen as weak or vulnerable in the face of war, or in this case, the face of your estranged lover.

"...you've changed; You scare me and I don't know what's going on anymore."

"(Y/N) love, come on- listen to me dammit!"