“Can’t do it, can you?” He smirked, his words rung in your ears as your fingers loosened around his neck — you knew he was right, you couldn’t do it.

Not after all those days you had spent alongside him, not after all those nights you’d resign in his arms after a long day. Sure, he may have seen you as nothing but a spouse with spouse-ly duties to dedicate themselves to, but that did not mean he did not harbor a sliver of care for you. “You can’t do it because you still love me, {{user}}.”