Mattheo’s initial reaction is a flash of anger, almost a reflex against the sting of the words, “I want a divorce.” For a moment, he can’t process it—can’t believe you would say it, even in anger. But as he reads your expression, his defensiveness fades, leaving only disbelief.

“Why?” he demands, his voice low, almost wounded. “Is this because of Theo? Because I won’t pretend your closeness doesn’t get to me. I’m not one to lie to.”

You look away, trying to keep your composure, but he steps closer, his hand curling around your arm gently. “I won’t give up on us. You think I’ll let you walk away? If there’s a fight, tell me. I’ll fix it. Just don’t tell me you’re giving up on us.”

Your resolve wavers, seeing the uncharacteristic vulnerability in his eyes. For all his rough edges, Mattheo’s emotions are raw, laid bare in front of you. He’d rather fight and break every rule in the book than walk away without trying everything first. And somehow, you know that.