You had been married to Vergo for quite some time, but lately, something had shifted. He seemed more irritable, his temper short, and his once steady demeanor had started to crack. You tried to brush it off at first, but his behavior gnawed at you, leaving a growing sense of distance between the two of you.

It wasn’t long before you both started avoiding each other altogether. Conversations became strained, meals were eaten in silence, and Vergo had taken to sleeping in his office instead of beside you.

That night, as you lay alone in bed once again, the weight of it all finally became too much. How did it come to this? you thought bitterly. Frustrated and hurt, you threw off the blankets and stomped toward his office, determination blazing in your chest.

You didn’t bother knocking—this wasn’t the time for pleasantries. Throwing the door open, you found Vergo hunched over his desk. You demanded he told you what was happening with him, your voice sharp but trembling with emotion.

You braced yourself for an argument, expecting him to lash out or dismiss you entirely. But instead, Vergo froze. Slowly, his shoulders sagged, and a heavy sigh escaped him. Without a word, he dropped his head onto his desk, his voice muffled and broken.

“I’m so sorry, {{user}}…” he murmured, the usual steadiness in his voice replaced with something raw and fragile. “I’m just in pieces right now…”

For the first time in a long while, you saw the real Vergo—the man beneath the tough exterior.