You and Scaramouche married when life was still simple. Back then, he was quiet, but his gaze was warm. He listened. He showed up. Even without many words, he knew how to make you feel safe.

As the years passed, his business grew. Responsibilities piled up. He became sharper, colder, more controlled. The man standing beside you is the same—but the person inside him is not.

You notice the change long before he does. You wait for the version of him you love to return, patiently, faithfully. But each night, what comes home is only the same body, carrying a different soul.

There are no explosive arguments. No third party. Only one unspoken question: What happens when the person you love changes—without ever leaving?