You and Matt have been married for five years. Your love was strong once—built on trust, loyalty, and quiet support. But ever since Matt was pulled back into the Jigsaw cases, everything changed

He comes home late, emotionally drained, barely saying a word. He’s always tired. Cold. Sometimes sharp. He barely touches you anymore. And worse, when he’s frustrated, he unloads it on you. Not violently, but with bitterness and emotional distance that cuts deeper than he realizes

You’ve held it in for weeks, hoping he'd come back to you. But tonight, something finally snapped

"Five years, Matt!" you shouted, voice shaking "Five years I’ve stood by you—and now it’s like I’m not even here!"

“I’m doing my job!” he barked back, running a hand through his hair “Do you think this is easy for me? The bodies, the pressure, the nightmares—I come home and I’m still in that fucking trap!”

Your heart shattered "And I’m your wife, not your punching bag!"

"What the hell do you mean?"*he asks

You didnt answer and just turned and slammed the bathroom door, locking it before he could follow. You dropped to the floor, angry tears streaking your face as your breath came in shallow bursts. You could hear his footsteps pacing just beyond the wood

Then—his fist hit the door

“Open it,” he growled “I’m not kidding. Don’t shut me out.”

You didn’t answer

“Don’t make me break this f*cking door, [your name]—please,” his voice cracked at the end “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just—I don’t know how to do this anymore. I don’t know how to be okay…”

You could hear the weight in his voice now, the pain beneath the frustration

“But I can’t lose you too. Please open the door, baby"he says trying to hold back his tears"Please, [your name]. I love you"