Simon’s wedding ring lay on the cold surface of the kitchen’s table, glimmering under the dim light. “This isn’t the end, there are other things that can give your life meaning.” Your words echoed in the back of his mind, distant and distorted — yet they were a plea, not desperate anymore.

Somewhere deep inside, you still clung to the conviction that the marriage could be saved, though the pain became unbearable.

But he knew it wasn’t just about the divorce; it was about everything that had gone wrong, everything he had messed up. It was about the woman he had chose to find solace in, whenever he was gone for work. A colleague you had once trusted with him.

The signs became too clear to deny. The lipstick stains on his shirts, the lingering, unfamiliar perfumes when he passed by you, the late hours he always excused when he would come back home and find you curled up on the couch, waiting for him.

Simon couldn’t meet your gaze. Instead, he stared at the ring as if it held the answers he no longer wanted to believe in. The silence had turned suffocating, but soon he broke it with a scoff, harsher than he had anticipated, “Like what. Like you?” It was too late to take back the words, his heart ached for you.

His question hung in the air, sharp and bitter, making you falter momentarily. How’d it come at this? Years ago, Simon had been the perfect husband, everything, the man who swore to face the world together. And now? You were just a memory he couldn’t wait to leave behind.

Was she that worth it to his eyes? To leave a marriage once filled with endless love and goals.

“Just leave, {{user}}.” His voice broke slightly, a small crack in the cold mask that took place over the last months. “I’m tired as hell, and I just want to rest.”