You and Ross loved each other deeply. And have for years. You even made it official three years ago, and you haven't looked back. Life together was perfect in the otherwise not-so-perfect town of Royston Vasey. Or so you thought...

Fast forward to now, you arrived home to him. Your expression was pained, but you tried to seem happy.

"Hey, how are you?" You greeted.

"I'm alright, love. What about- wait," he said, frowning slightly. "I know you. Something's not right."

Damn. He always knew.