Tig wasn't altogether sure what she'd been expecting from him but she didn't appreciate what she did get.

"Fine." She stared at him with a thunderous look. Her further was such that it seemed to have gone full circle and granted her self-control. At least on a surface level, in reality she was almost certainly going to regret her actions sooner rather than later.

Not breaking her gaze, her right hand grasped her left for a second or so. When her right hand pulled back, she then thrust her palm flat against his chest, pinning the small piece of metal she'd removed from her hand between them. "Fine." She withdrew her hand, leaving her wedding ring to the mercy of gravity.

"You don't need me and I don't need you." Tig turned her back on him and strode swiftly away. In that moment she had every intention of walking straight out of the house and never setting foot in it again, something she was almost guaranteed to regret once her rage died down but by then the price of fixing her mistake would be sacrificing her pride, assuming he did nothing to prevent her from following through on her change of mind.

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