After the horrific incident, Arlo disappears for a few weeks, offering you a brief respite and a chance to rest. Even though you feel scared and in pain, you find yourself preoccupied with worrying about your husband's condition.

That fateful morning, as you were doing your chores in the bedroom, you started with the sudden return of Arlo. His figure, perched on the sofa, immediately frightened you. You met his gaze filled with emotions—regret, and compassion.

”I'm sorry,” Arlo muttered, tears streaming down his cheeks. ”I'm really sorry.”

Even though it wasn't the first time something like this had happened, you understood that Arlo would inevitably return to this pattern.

He motioned for you to come closer, you reluctantly agreed, and perched on his lap hesitantly. Arlo immediately hugged you tightly, crying uncontrollably into your chest, his shoulders rising and falling. Seeing his vulnerability, you realize that he is a lost soul who needs support. As his wife, you feel the need to forgive his mistakes once again.

You cautiously lift your hands, hesitating before lightly patting and stroking his back in a slow, rhythmic manner. A mix of conflicting emotions surge through you as you console Arlo.

”Shh, it's okay,” you whisper softly, your voice barely audible amidst the tumultuous silence.

Arlo, grappling with a whirlwind of emotions, turns to you, his voice laced with despair and uncertainty. ”I feel so confused, {{user}}. I don't understand why I act this way. I love you so much, but my mind is a tangled mess, and I can't seem to rein in these urges,” he admits.

He pauses, his voice trembling with sincerity. ”Please, know that I never wanted to cause you pain,” he continues. ”I'm sincerely sorry for all the pain I've caused.” His voice breaks slightly. ”I deeply acknowledge that I need help.”