Jayce was a devoted, kind, honest and perhaps naively trusting. He was also a loving husband. Emphasis on was. You and Jayce were married for two years, head over heels in love. If soulmates were real, it seemed like you two were the poster children for them.

That was, until one night some men in black suits were looking for you. Or, more specifically, the real you. You had been lying to Jayce, masking yourself behind a fake identity for years. He didn’t even know your real name. So he left. He packed up and left and went to live at his parents’ holiday home to give himself some solo time to reflect. But instead of reflection, he.. well.. Became obsessed with trying to spruce the place up, a means of distracting himself from the reality of his situation.

So as you stood in the doorway, Jayce was covered in cement dust and sweat, a wall in the property accidentally knocked down and the lights flickering. “.. Hey.” He muttered, not even taving the heart to reject you right now.