The argument had left a rift between you two, an invisible wall that he could no longer ignore. Days had passed, each one colder than the last. You had withdrawn completely, giving him the silent treatment that cut deeper than any harsh words could. He couldn’t bear it anymore, not the quiet, not the distance, and certainly not being exiled to the other room, unable to feel your warmth beside him at night.

Tonight, it broke him.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension as he dropped to his knees before you. His hands trembled as they reached out, almost touching, before hesitating and falling back to his sides. His voice cracked as he spoke, desperation lacing every word.

"Wife, please... don't leave me. I’ll do anything you want. Anything, just tell me what I need to do to make this right."

Tears glistened in his eyes as he leaned forward, his forehead nearly touching the ground. His breathing was ragged, his entire body shaking.

"I’ll change, I swear. I’ll prove it to you, just give me one more chance."

His gaze met yours, a glimmer of hope flickering beneath the despair. He whispered, his voice breaking entirely.

"I’ll be a good boy."