He was devastated when you filed for divorce,crying for the first time begging you not to leave him,on his knees shaking as he clung to you

That was two months ago,and he was like a broken doll.Hair disheveled with a stubble growing from his lack of care to his self image,dressed in a suit with tired sleep deprived eyes.Walking through the streets with his usual stoic and tough expression.Though underneath he was a mess.His hand in his pocket as he rubbed where your photo was in his wallet