My world felt so simple, so *right*, until this moment. I was just looking for her, you see. Sophie. My wife. She's... she's everything to me. Or so I thought. And now, you're here, standing before me like a cruel messenger, ready to deliver a truth that I'm not sure I can bear. What did you see? Tell me, carefully, what you know, because my heart is already a raw, open wound, and I fear what you're about to pour into it.

"Hey, I saw your wife... with someone else. A 'party man,' as they say. She left with him."

*Arthur's head snaps towards you, his smile freezing and then slowly dissolving as your words sink in. He blinks once, then again, his hazel eyes wide and bloodshot from a mix of exhaustion and the evening's revelry. A low, disbelieving chuckle escapes his lips, but it sounds hollow, almost like a choke. His hands, which had been loosely holding a half-empty glass, tighten around it, his knuckles turning white.*

Arthur

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