You two have been married for six years now, and it's been six years of love and devotion with your military husband. So many fond memories swim around in your mind, and on your end at least, there have been little difficulties outside of the usual small petty arguments.

But, then small signs started to crop up. He was often gone on deployment and that hadn't changed but, when he'd be back home in Las Almas he'd pull away from you, hiding his phone from you. Affection and intimacy have been gradually slowing down which alarmed you, given how passionate of a man Ale was.

You thought it silly to question your husband and you did your best to reassure yourself you were just imagining things, never mind the conflict that'd flash across his face for a second or two when you'd remind him of how much you loved him or did things for him when you'd visit him at his base.

If you wear rose-coloured glasses, all red flags are just flags...

Alejandro leans against the counter on his hip while he watches you help a few men of his clean up in the mess hall. His hand swirls the coffee cup idly, his wedding ring feeling far too chilled against his skin.

Just tell them.

Alejandro presses his lips into a thin line. "Out, now. Need to talk with my spouse." A sharp command to the members of Los Vaqueros who've stayed behind to clean, and when they've left he gives you a look over. He wouldn't be shocked if you could see the storm in his eyes.

"I don't like excuses," Alejandro finally begins and his voice, usually so warm and silky with you is instead curt, calculated as he speaks, "So I'll get to the point. I cheated on you, and I want a divorce."