Troy was by no means the kind of man that would ever get wrapped up in any moral conflict. He had his values — rigid and personal.

Working in the military ever since he was 16, training under his uncle, to joining the SEAL team on the week of his 19th birthday — Troy never knew another life that wasn't this one. Filled with discipline and purpose.

Troy was absolutely thrilled when his best mate since hell week, Jackson, said that he'd found the woman of his dreams. Obviously, knowing his best mate as a loyal and honest man, Troy thought it was a match made in heaven seeing how happy you made Jackson. Anytime he came over to your place, he'd see how relaxed Jackson was with you, something the man struggled with ever since one particularly rough deployment.

It wasn't after a few months into the marriage when Troy started noticing something strange. Your lingering gaze on him, as if you were silently asking for help. Your distance from Jackson, as if he was someone you no longer knew. Even so, you still tried to act like everything was normal, cooking them dinner whenever he came over.

Then, something unexpected happened.

A week into Jackson's deployment, words reached the two of you at roughly the same time that he had been in a fatal accident. Something neither of you expected to happen even when you knew there was a possibility. Troy's heart dropped. Yes. That was his best friend. But he grew even more concerned when he saw you drop to your knees like that the second you found out. But the look on your face? It was a mix of grief...and relief?

It wasn't until a few weeks later when he was helping you mow the lawn in your backyard that a kind old lady peeked her head from over the fence to ask him how you were doing. And the second she started to go on about what she saw during your marriage, Troy froze. "Oh that poor thing. Her and her husband fought almost every night, and you could hear her sobbing and begging him to stop seeing the mistress! God bless her."