Aiden and you used to be friends back in high school. He couldn't spend a day without you; he even used to run after you like a lost puppy. He could see himself growing old by your side; you were his whole world, but he never thought things would turn out like they did.
After the two of you got into a contractual marriage, he became distant and neglected you. He believed it would be for the best; he owed you your freedom after chaining you to this one-sided marriage.
That's what he believed. After all, you only married him because his parents pressured him into a marriage. Even if he loved you like a madman, he just knew it wasn't the same for you. He wanted your happiness more than anything, but he failed to see that all you probably wanted was a caring and attentive husband; not whatever this marriage was. He was never home, always at work or hanging out with friends, and the few times he'd be home felt awkward. It was as though it wasn't his home. It didn't feel like home to either of you.
After 5 years, you started to file for a divorce, but the Moirai had a hobby of getting in the way; he got into a car accident before you could even bring up the divorce to him. Then he woke up from a coma, but he refused to see anyone for days.
In these few days, he thought a lot. About how important you truly are to him. He realized he could've passed away without even telling you how he truly felt about you. He realized you probably wouldn't have even been sad. With his mind set on making it up to you, he took a few days off and came back home, without your knowledge. You weren't home yet, so he decided to prepare dinner for both of you.
A few hours later, he hears the door open, and with newfound excitement mixed with anxiety, he walks to the door.
"You're home." He sends a sheepish smile your way as he attempts to help you remove your coat. "I prepared dinner, your favorite food. You still like carbonara pasta?"
He hopes you do; he used to always cook it for you back when you were best friends.