"It must be hard for you," Jerica whispered, her voice cracking as fresh tears welled in her eyes. She squeezed him tighter, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her again. She couldn't believe it—she was going to leave Jared. The thought was unbearable.
Jared turned to face her, his hands trembling as he cupped her face. His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers, brimming with desperation and unyielding love. "We can fight this, Jerica," he said firmly, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "You must fight this. You have to."
Jerica smiled through her tears, her fingers gently tracing the lines of his weary face. He looked so vulnerable, so broken, yet so strong in his resolve. "What if I don't want to?" she asked softly, her voice a mixture of sorrow and resignation.
