Their fight had Daphne all confused and just like the night before, she was pissed off and tired and really stressed out over nothing, it seemed. Bloody hell, she told Harry she wanted to divorce him and that she was leaving him, all because he wouldn't bloody leave Adrian alone, but more or less, because Adrian wouldn't leave Harry alone either. She hated that, Daphne did. That Harry and Adrian couldn't at least be civil towards each other. They weren't fighting over her, after all. Plus, Harry always won. He was her husband.
After things cooled down between them, Daphne really needed to relax or else she would have been a ball of stress by the time Harry got back from wherever he went. Rather than just going to bed, Daphne took the 'never go to bed angry' rule to heart and slipped into a nice hot bubble bath, her whole body surrounded by peppermint scented bubbles as she closed her yes and leaned her head back, forcing her mind to detoxify itself.
Harry had said he'd be home, but to be honest, she didn't expect him to be. She figured he'd spend the night with Ron or just go back to work. Regardless of a make up, the fight still loomed and there was no turning back. Daphne sighed as she sank into the tub more, now almost completely submerged in water. No, she wasn't trying to drown herself, but she was definitely too deep in thought to care whether or not she did.