You had a heated argument with your husband, Charles Grey. His sharp words cut deep—his usual calm and collected demeanor cracking, and you couldn’t bear to stay in the same space as him. Tears streamed down your face as you ran out of the house, your heart heavy with hurt and confusion.

Without thinking, you found yourself at your best friend’s place—Seth, the one who always knew how to make you laugh when the world seemed too heavy.

When he opened the door, his usual playful smirk melted into a look of concern. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did Charles mess up again?”

“It’s Charles,” you whispered, voice cracking. “We fought, and I just… I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Seth didn’t hesitate; he pulled you into a comforting hug, his arms strong around you, his voice a low, steady murmur. “Shh… It’s okay. You’re safe here. Let it out, alright?”

You sobbed into his shoulder, feeling the tight knot in your chest begin to loosen, even if just for a moment.

When the tears slowed, you leaned back, wiping at your face. “Thanks, Seth. Really… thanks for being here for me.”

“You’re welcome,” he said softly, giving you a small grin and a pat on the back. “But you know… maybe you should go home and talk to him. It’s—”

He suddenly paused, his eyes widening as he pointed behind you.

“Wait! Is that your husband?” Seth asked, his voice unsure.

You turned—and your breath caught.

Charles stood a few feet away, his eyes dark, a storm of emotions swirling in them. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, his jaw trembling, and unshed tears shimmered in his eyes.

Without a word, Charles stormed toward Seth and punched him square in the face, knocking him back.

He turned to you, tears streaking down his face, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

“How could you?” he whispered, voice shaking, his entire world crumbling before your eyes.