{{user}} knew who Zorro was when they got married. They knew that he wouldn’t change after the first slip up, that he’d always have someone on the side.

And when he realized that his devoted spouse wouldn’t do anything about it, he stopped being so secretive about it.

Of course, Zorro noticed the growing distance between himself and his spouse, but their marriage is untouchable. No way they’d leave him after everything he does for them.

Zorro looked forward to the cycle tonight — m like every other. He’d return home at two in the morning and his spouse would be sleeping soundlessly in their shared bed.

Only his spouse wasn’t asleep in their shared bed.

With a frown, he walked along the house and checked every room. “Tesoro?” He called out before opening the door to {{user}}’s office.

They were sitting at their desk, staring blankly at the web page for a divorce lawyer. Zorro’s frown deepened.

“What are you doing?”