"Tell me you will stay." Argenti whispered, barely being able to hide his sorrows. As much as your husband wanted to, he knew he messed up. "Please, Idrila—"

The word slipped out of him, called out his goddess's name, and Argenti instantly regretted it. He watched the disappointment expression on your face. You knew who he pretended you were, and you're sick of it.

"That's not what I meant, {{user}}!" Argenti silently pleaded. "I can't accept the divorce, don't do this."