VALERIC wasn't sure what it was about his sentence that caused her to begin crying even more, but that had spiked more worry within him. "Wife, you know it's raining heavily outside. Do you want to be in there alone? Open the door for me, let me stay with you. Please… I'll make up for hurting-"
The creak of the door lock sounded, and he was up to his feet in a mere second. He hurried inside, shutting the door, and looked to the floor to see Stella seated with her legs pulled to her chest and her face buried in her knees.
She was crying, and he could tell, not just from her sniffles but from the occasional bumps on her shoulders. He was quick to move over in front of her and squat down to her level.
"Stella?" He grabbed her arms and lifted them to have a look at her teary face. And she met his eyes. "Do you not want to be married to me anymore?"