Kim, your wife, always dreamed of being a lawyer, with her begging you to let her quit her cashier job so she can devote full time to earning her law degree. After 4 long years, while she was financially supported completely by you, Kim passed the bar exam and finally became a lawyer. “I am sorry honey, I know you worked extra hard to support us over the past years, especially because I was too busy working towards the law degree to hold a job. But…” She then handed you divorce papers, “You understand, right? Life changes, OK?” Her phone then rang, with Kim mumbling, “Oh, it is probably Jimmy. Just read over the papers while I take his call, OK?” She then walks off, while laughing into the phone.

Kim looked at you apologetically as you read through the papers, her cheeks wet with tears she was struggling to hold back. "I know this is a lot to take in..." she trailed off, biting her lip before continuing, "But I really think it's for the best. For both of us." Her gaze flickered towards you as you took a deep breath, trying to process what was happening. "Please don't be angry with me," she whispered.

Her heart heavy, she fought back more tears and turned away, busying herself with adjusting her hair or tidying something on the coffee table to avoid making eye contact. The silence between you felt like a tangible weight, pressing down on your chest as the gravity of the situation settled in.

Kim felt a lump form in her throat as she heard you leave the room. She took another deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm and composed. It was hard, though; so much of her life had been wrapped up in this relationship, and now it seemed like it was coming undone. The divorce papers were a symbol of change, of growth...but they also represented the loss of something precious.

As she waited for you to come back out of your room, she glanced around at the familiar surroundings that would soon be no more. Your old baseball glove on the mantelpiece. The photo album filled with pictures of happier times, now gathering dust on the shelf. Even the smell of your cologne seemed to hang in the air like a ghost from the past. The weight of it all was almost too much to bear.

What if she had made the wrong choice? What if you were truly happy with her and this life, and now she'd thrown it away for something fleeting? She knew that deep down, she couldn't go back; not after everything they'd been through. But that didn't make

The days turned into weeks, and the weight of your absence began to settle heavily upon Kim's heart. She tried her best to move on with her life, throwing herself into her new job at HHM. But no matter how hard she worked or how many late nights she pulled, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

Was it you? Or was it simply the realization that she had made a mistake by leaving behind what had once been a good and loving relationship? She couldn't say for sure, but the doubt began to eat away at her like an insidious disease.

One night, after yet another long day at the office, she decided to try calling you. Maybe they could meet up, talk things through...she didn't know. Anything was better than feeling this way anymore. She dialed your number slowly, her heart pounding in her ears as she waited for you to pick up. When you answered, your voice sounding weary and distant, her courage faltered momentarily. But then she found the words: "Hey, it's me..."

The silence that followed your abrupt hanging up was deafening. Kim stared at her phone in shock, confusion swirling through her like a tornado. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized just how hurt you must be; how much pain she'd caused by leaving without even giving it another thought. She should have known better than to expect that you would simply disappear from your life without question.

In that moment, the weight of her actions settled upon her like a lead blanket. Her hands trembled as she closed the phone and buried her face in them, sobbing quietly into her palms. Perhaps this was punishment for being selfish; for thinking only of herself and her own dreams without considering how it might affect the person who had loved her faithfully through everything. She didn't know what to do now, but she knew that she couldn't go on like this anymore...

Her heart felt heavy with remorse as she wandered back into the living room, her steps slow and deliberate. As she approached where you had been sitting earlier, she saw a photo album lying open beside your chair; pictures of them together scattered across

Kim paused as she saw the photo album lying open, her heart giving an involuntary twist at the sight of your discarded ring. "Perruno..." She swallowed hard, her throat feeling raw and sore from all the tears she'd shed since your call earlier. "I-I just want to talk...if you're willing to listen." Her voice was soft and tremulous, barely a whisper above the silence that hung between them.

She knelt beside you, her gaze moving slowly from the photos spread across the page to your face, searching for some sign of what you might be feeling. Her hands shook as she reached out hesitantly and touched your arm; the warmth of your skin almost too much to bear after all this time apart. "I miss you so much," she whispered brokenly, her voice cracking on the words. "And I am sorry...so very sorry."

Kim leaned in closer, her eyes searching your face for any sign that you might be hearing her at all. "Please say something...anything." Her voice was barely a breath, shaking with emotion. She wished she could take back everything she'd said and done; wished she could go back to the way things used to be before the anger and hurt had torn them apart. But it seemed that ship had sailed long ago, lost amidst the tumultuous waters of their conflicting desires.

Her fingers traced absently over your sleeve, feeling the rough texture of your shirt beneath her fingertips. "I just want to fix this," she whispered softly, hopeful but fearful of what the future might hold if you refused to hear her out. "Please...give me another chance."

The weight of her words hung in the air between them like a leaden shroud; the silence thick and oppressive despite its vacancy. It was as though she could feel your pain, your loss...and it was tearing her apart all over again. But still, she couldn't bring herself to leave you like this

Kim's heart sank like a lead weight as you turned away from her. "Perruno..." she whispered hoarsely, struggling to find the words that would make things better between them again. Tears welled up in her eyes once more, threatening to spill over and streak down her cheeks. Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into tender flesh as she fought against the urge to reach out and stop you from leaving. But deep down, she knew that it was too late for all of that. You had already made your decision; perhaps now it was her turn to do the same.

With a shaky breath, she watched you walk away until you were nothing more than a distant figure in the dimly lit hallway. Her heart felt as though it would never again beat normally, each painful thud a reminder of all that had been lost and all that might never be regained. With a silent whisper, she bowed her head and let the tears fall freely down her cheeks, their salty tracks blending into the tracks left by earlier sobs. Her shoulders slumped in defeat

The painful weight of your absence pressed down on her heart as she lay awake at night, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. She found herself constantly second-guessing every decision she had made, wondering if there was something more she could have done to keep you in her life. The anger and frustration only seemed to grow with each passing day, filling the empty spaces left behind by your absence like an insidious poison.

In an effort to distract herself from her overwhelming grief, she threw herself into work at HHM. She would wake up early in the morning and stay late at night, consumed with proving herself as a lawyer and forgetting about you for even just a moment. But no matter how much time she spent working, it never seemed to be enough; your face was always there, haunting her every thought and memory.

One day, while browsing through social media after hours, she stumbled across an article about you...and found herself at a loss for words. You had entered into an underground fighting circuit, wearing a hoodie that hid your features from the world. It seemed as though you were trying

Her heart stopped as she read the article; her stomach twisted into knots as she tried to process what you had become. She felt a mix of shock, horror, and despair wash over her like a tidal wave. How could things have come to this? It was almost too much to bear.

Throughout the long nights that followed, she found herself consumed by thoughts of you; of how she might be able to reach out and help you escape from the dark path your life had taken. She considered speaking with Jimmy about it, but knew that he would likely discourage her from getting involved given his connections to the underground fighting scene. In the end, she decided to keep her distance for now; to focus on her own life and let you find your way back to her if you ever truly wanted to.

Her eyes were red-rimmed and bleary with tears as she arrived at work early one morning, still unable to shake the haunting image of you under that hoodie. She forced herself to concentrate on her caseload, determined not to let your situation consume her any further. But no matter how hard she tried

The news about your changed demeanor on the underground fighting circuit shocks and disturbs her deeply. She can't help but wonder what happened to the kind, gentle person she once knew, who loved her and cared for her so dearly. The sight of your hooded figure in those articles brings fresh tears to her eyes each time she thinks about it. Despite this, she still finds herself unable to turn away from seeing you in any capacity; even if it means witnessing a darker version of yourself emerge over the past months.

Her heart aches for both the person you used to be and for the one you've become, and she prays that somehow, someday, you'll find your way back to her. For now, all she can do is continue living her life while keeping an eye on yours from afar - hoping against hope that perhaps one day soon, you'll reach out and let her know what it is that truly drives this transformation within you.

One day, as you sit on a park bench wearing your hoodie, lost in thought about your current situation and past life, you feel someone's presence behind you. You turn around slightly to see Kim standing there, her face etched with concern and hurt. "Perruno..." she whispers softly, her voice trembling. For a moment, you wonder if this is some sort of dream or hallucination; but the familiar feel of her hand on your arm tells you otherwise.

Her touch sends shivers down your spine; an electric current that connects you to the person she used to be and still hopes to one day reclaim. Your resolve wavers, and for a fleeting moment, you almost reach up and remove the hoodie from your head; reveal yourself completely to her again. But fear and shame hold you back, leaving both of you caught in this agonizing stalemate where words are not enough and actions speak volumes.

Kim's heart aches as she watches you struggle with the decision to reveal yourself to her again. "I just...want to help," she whispers softly, tears welling up in her eyes once more. She reaches out a trembling hand and gently touches your cheek, coaxing you into looking at her. The fear and shame in your eyes break her heart all over again; it's as though you've been locked away for so long that you no longer recognize the person who loves you.

"Perruno...I know we made mistakes," she continues, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "But I truly believe that we can work through this together. Whatever it is that's driving you to become this..." She gestures toward your hoodie, unable to finish the thought. "It doesn't have to define who you are." Her words hang heavy in the air between them as she waits for some sign that they've reached through to you.

The hurt in your words strikes deep, but she refuses to let it push her away this time. "I never meant to be selfish," she says, her voice quivering with emotion. "But I was scared; I thought I was doing what was best for us." She wipes away a stray tear before continuing, mustering up as much strength and determination as she can. "If you'll let me, Perruno...if you trust me again...I swear that this time will be different. We can find happiness together; we just have to give each other the chance." Her gaze never wavers from yours, her hopeful expression a plea for understanding and forgiveness.

Her heart skips a beat as you mention the word "divorce." It's been something she's tried desperately to avoid, but perhaps it's time for her to face the reality of their situation. She swallows hard and nods solemnly. "You're right," she whispers. "We didn't get a chance to really try things out...to see if we could make it work." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the fear that threatens to overwhelm her once more. "So, if you'll let me...if you want me to...I would like to give us another shot. Not as husband and wife, but as partners...best friends..." Her eyes search yours for any sign of agreement or hope, her fingers trembling slightly where they rest on your arm.

The silence stretches between you, each breath seeming to draw out into an eternity as she waits for you to respond. Finally, you meet her gaze once more; the anger and bitterness slowly beginning to fade from your expression, replaced with something that looks almost like regret...or maybe even longing. Her heart fl

Her heart feels as though it's been ripped out and stomped into the dirt at your words; tears begin to stream down her cheeks unchecked. "Perruno..." she whispers, barely able to find the breath to speak. "I-I don't understand...what do you want me to do?" Her fingers twist together in anguish as she watches you walk away, feeling more lost and hopeless than ever before.

In a desperate attempt to make sense of everything, she tries to remember what brought her here; what made her risk so much in the first place. The image of your face, kind and gentle underneath that hoodie, flashes through her mind like a beacon in the darkness. She clings to this memory, refusing to believe that it means nothing anymore; that there is no chance for anything between them.

With shaking hands, she wipes away her tears and straightens her posture, determined not to let you see how much your words have hurt her. If you're truly done with her, then so be it. But deep down, she can't help but hope that somewhere

After a week with no news about you, Kim finds herself struggling to move on. She spends her days at the office, working diligently but distractedly, unable to shake the feeling that something important is missing from her life. The thought of you out there, living your life in secret and potentially putting yourself in danger weighs heavily on her heart.

One day, she decides to take a break from work and goes for a walk outside. As she strolls through the park, memories of your gentle face flood back into her mind, causing her chest to ache with longing. It's then that she realizes she can no longer keep these feelings bottled up inside; she needs to reach out to you and make sure you're okay. With shaking hands, she pulls out her phone and types out a message, hoping against hope that it might find its way into your inbox...and your heart.