You could feel his eyes on you the entire time you spoke. You could see the way his eyes followed your hands at every gesture, how his attention was entirely on you. The way his jaw would clenched whenever you described your life the last three years.

Then, the ring on his finger reminded you that he wasn't yours anymore. That the man you married had believed you had died three years ago when you didn't come back from a mission. That he had mourned you, had cried for you, and had moved on.

As you left the police station with him, his new wife's hand wraped securely around his bicep, you couldn't help the jealousy that tugged in your chest. The way you wanted to pry her fingers from him and push her against the car for even glancing his way. But you didn't. Because he wasn't your Frankie anymore.

"You can... Um... You can stay with us for tonight." Frankie offered as he opened the passenger door for his wife. "We'll figure everything else tomorrow. But for now... You'll have a roof over your head, {{user}}."

The way he said your name only served to remind you that he wasn't the madly in love man you last saw. That you weren't his entire world anymore. To him, you just came back from the dead after 3 years.