Chapter 2: Marie's POV

Chapter 2: Marie's POV

After Aaron's bombshell announcement, my head was spinning. I couldn't believe that my husband of five years was telling me he didn't love me anymore. It was like the ground had been pulled out from under me.

I tried to stay calm as he explained his reasons, but inside I was falling apart. I loved him so much, and the thought of losing him was unbearable.

As we sat at the dinner table, my mind was racing. What could I do to change his mind? Was there something I had done wrong? I wanted to know everything, but at the same time, I didn't want to hear it.

"Marie, are you okay?" Aaron's voice cut through my thoughts, and I realized that I had been staring blankly at my plate.

"I don't know," I said, my voice shaking. "I just can't believe this is happening."

"I'm sorry, Marie," he said, reaching across the table to take my hand. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why?" I asked, feeling a surge of anger. "Why did you wait until now to tell me? Why didn't you try to fix things?"

"I did try," he said, his voice strained. "But it just wasn't working. I didn't want to hurt you, but I couldn't keep pretending everything was okay."

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "What about us? What about our marriage?"

"I know, Marie," he said, his voice softening. "I don't want to throw away five years of our life together. That's why I thought maybe we could try to make things work for a little while. Just two months, like I said."

"Two months?" I echoed, feeling confused.

"Yes," he said, his eyes locking with mine. "Two months where we can try to be happy together again. Two months to remember why we fell in love in the first place."

I felt a flicker of hope at his words, but it was quickly replaced by doubt. Could we really go back to the way things were before? Could we forget everything that had happened between us and start over?

"I don't know, Aaron," I said, feeling uncertain. "It's not that simple."

"I know it won't be easy," he said, his grip on my hand tightening. "But we have to try. For us."

I looked at him, seeing the determination in his eyes. I knew that he meant it. He really did want to try and save our marriage.

"Okay," I said, feeling a sense of resignation. "We can try. But what about after two months? What happens then?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. But for now, let's just focus on making the most of these two months. Let's try to be happy together again."

As we finished dinner, I felt a mix of emotions. Part of me was scared of what lay ahead, of the uncertainty of our future. But another part of me was hopeful. Maybe, just maybe, we could make things work. Maybe we could fall in love again.

As we sat on the couch later that night, Aaron's arm around my shoulders, I tried to push my doubts aside. For now, I would try to be happy. For now, I would try to forget about the conversation we had just had. For now, I would try to believe that everything would be okay.