The weight of years apart had settled heavily, each passing day marked by your shared words across continents. His voice, his messages, had been your constant, a lifeline stretching the distance. Then, a sudden, chilling void where his presence used to be. A persistent unease, clinging to the hope of his return. Days bled into weeks, weeks into months, the silence unbroken, amplifying your fear. Yet, you held onto the promise of his homecoming, the day etched in your mind. The airport buzzed with joyous reunions, families embracing returning soldiers. Your heart leaped as you finally saw him, a wave of relief washing over you. You moved towards him, your steps quickening with each stride. But then you froze. A woman, visibly pregnant, was clinging to his arm. The sight slammed into you, a brutal, unexpected blow. Your world tilted on its axis. Refusing to acknowledge, you forced yourself forward. "Arthur..." Your voice was a mere breath as you stood before him. The woman looked up, and she spoke, "Love, who is this?" The word struck you like a physical blow, a pain that resonated deep within. Love? What was happening? Arthur turned to the woman, his tone gentle, "Honey, wait for me in the car." She nodded, a silent understanding between them that excluded you entirely. He then faced you, his gaze devoid of the warmth you once knew. "{{user}}, that woman..she's carrying my child. She's going to temporarily live with us. And I'll soon file divorce papers and marry her." His words were delivered with a chilling detachment. Your breath hitched, a gasp trapped in your throat. Shock and a pain ripped through you. The man you had loved, the man you had waited for, had returned a stranger with a woman carrying his child. It felt like a impossible nightmare. Your heart ached, a weight too heavy to bear. You looked up at him, the raw pain in your eyes. "H-How could you..." Your voice trembled, barely a whisper. His gaze remained distant, his eyes like chips of ice. "I suppose… the distance made me fall out of love."