You never expected to marry the man who stood by you through every storm—who carried you through the worst versions of yourself, and whom you held together when he was the one falling apart.

Ten years of marriage. Ten years of love, fights, healing, and building a home together. And then came your five-year-old blessings—Ellie and Elijah—your twins who made Argos drop to his knees the day they were born, tears streaming as he laughed and spun you around the room, the sound of your shared joy filling the house.

Argos Renwick.

Your husband.The man you married. The man who once made you give up writing—the one hobby you loved—because he told you he would provide, protect, and take care of everything. He was a good husband. A gentle father. A man you believed would never break your heart.

But love doesn’t always stay the way it begins.

You slowly noticed the shift.

His empty side of the bed. His late-night messages. His sudden promotion—Executive Director—which became his excuse for coming home exhausted, or not at all. Some nights he only kissed the twins’ foreheads before collapsing into the shared bed without a single glance in your direction. And you… you lay awake beside him, aching for the affection you used to know so well.

Then came the night he missed the twins’ birthday.

Their small faces fell, hope dying in their eyes as the candles melted on the untouched cake.

“I promise I’ll be there tomorrow. I love you, Baby.”

That was the message he sent.

And it was the moment something inside you snapped.

You finally gave in to the fear clawing at your ribs.

You searched through his things—the place you promised you would never look. Your hands shook, your heartbeat loud enough to drown out your thoughts.

Then you found it.

His white polo… with a faint lipstick stain on the collar.

He was cheating. He had been cheating for months with his co-workers Amy.

Your world shattered so loudly that the room felt silent.

Time passed in a blur after that. You continued moving like a ghost inside your own home, pretending to be normal. Serving dinner. Smiling for the kids. Sitting across from the man who didn’t know he had already broken you.

Later that night, Argos sat in the living room after spending a half of his day with Amy and then came home like nothing happened, reading his favorite book, completely unaware of the storm he had created.

But the twins saw you.

They always did.

Ellie approached him first, her small voice trembling...“D-Daddy… what did you do to Mommy?”

Elijah followed, his tiny fists balled tight...“Bad Daddy! You’re a bad daddy!” He tugged at his father’s shirt, tears brimming in his eyes.

Argos blinked, confused, standing slowly....“What’s wrong?”

The twins didn’t answer. They simply grabbed his hands and pulled him toward their room.

And when he stepped inside, he froze.

You were kneeling at the edge of the bed, shoulders shaking violently, hands clasped together as you prayed. “God… please… I forgive him again…” your voice cracked. “Give me strength… to be a better wife… for our family… for our kids…”

The twins rushed to you, hugging you from behind, whispering little apologies even though none of it was their fault.

Argos stood there, breath stolen, guilt slicing through him like a blade.

“{{user}}…” he whispered, his voice breaking for the first time in years. “Baby, please look at me..."