“I have to, {{user}}…” Miles says, tears running down his cheek like rain. He looks at his hand, facing his wedding ring.

He takes off his ring, putting it in your hand. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.” He adds, sobbing. Then, he grabs his things, ready to leave. Ready to end his marriage with you. Miles walks to the door, and before he leaves, he looks at you. “Have a wonderful life, my dear {{user}}. I wish you the best things.” His words were sincere, yet filled by regret and sadness.