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so this was inspired by a Percabeth oneshot, Percy was seeing another girl, Annabeth asked him for one month to change his mind, Percy stopped seeing that girl, and at the end of the one month he found out that Annabeth had an illness and was going to die and she knew for months now and she wanted to tell Percy but Percy was always busy and Percy was crying and then Annabeth told him, "Thank you for staying this month. I knew I couldnt change your mind, but I thought that if you'd chosen to stay, I could have my last month on earth be my happiest." and she died, and percy never loved another girl again, but i thought the dying was too sad, so i did this instead. Tell me if you want a version with the dying, and I'll post it ( i have it in my drafts xd)

Sophie sat on the edge of their bed, her fingers absently fiddling with the hem of the blanket. The faint sound of the clock ticking echoed in the otherwise silent room as Keefe walked in, looking disheveled. His tie was crooked, and there was a lipstick stain on his collar. He ran a hand through his hair, his face twisted into a tired expression.

"Why are you awake so late?" Keefe sighed, his voice tinged with frustration.

Sophie didn't look up right away. She had known something was off for weeks now. The signs were there—the late nights, the cologne that wasn't his, the lipstick marks on his shirt. And every time, he'd give her some excuse, some half-hearted reason for why he wasn't home on time.

But Sophie stayed quiet. She didn't want to admit the truth, didn't want to face the gnawing feeling in her gut that was threatening to swallow her whole. It was easier to pretend everything was fine, to bury the questions beneath the surface, to ignore the nagging voice telling her something wasn't right.

"I just got caught up at work," Keefe muttered, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it over a chair.

Sophie finally looked up, meeting his gaze. Her eyes were calm, too calm, but inside, her heart was racing. What was going on?

But instead of confronting him, instead of voicing the hurt she felt, she simply nodded. "I understand."

Keefe didn't meet her eyes. He kicked off his shoes, walked toward the bathroom, and disappeared inside without a word.

Sophie sat there in the quiet, listening to the sound of running water as her mind raced.

It had been like this for weeks now—he'd come home late, smelling like someone else, and Sophie would say nothing. She didn't want to make things harder, didn't want to ruin what they had. She loved him. She loved him so much, and she kept telling herself that maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Maybe she was just overthinking it, maybe there was some explanation for all of it.

But deep down, she knew. She knew the truth. And every night she pretended to sleep, her heart slowly breaking.

When Keefe came out of the bathroom, he didn't seem to notice the tension in the room. He climbed into bed beside her, his back to her as he settled in. Sophie turned off the lamp beside her and closed her eyes, letting the darkness pull her in.

But sleep didn't come.

Not this time.

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"I want a divorce, Sophie."

Sophie had begged him, pleaded with him. "One month. One month to change your mind, and then you can leave with her." She knew it was a desperate attempt, a last-ditch effort to salvage what little was left of their marriage. But something inside her—something she couldn't quite explain—refused to give up, refused to let go without fighting for the love they once had.

Keefe had sighed, the weight of their failing relationship pressing on his shoulders. "Fine."

And that month? It had been different.

Keefe came home earlier. His presence in their home felt real again, like the man she had once married, the man who loved her. He smelled like himself again—the familiar scent of cologne they both shared, not that perfume she didn't recognize. The lipstick marks on his shirt had stopped. The little signs of infidelity had faded away, and for the first time in weeks, Sophie allowed herself to hope.

But hope, Sophie had learned, could be fleeting.

Then, there was Lia.

Sophie met her on a normal day, when she wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary. Lia was beautiful—too beautiful—and she had an air of entitlement about her that made Sophie's blood run cold. She was Keefe's other woman, and now that Keefe was coming back to her, Sophie could feel the shift in the air. Lia wasn't happy that Keefe had pulled away, and the jealousy was palpable.

 And then, Sophie found herself face-to-face with Lia in their own kitchen. The confrontation had been inevitable.

"Keefe's mine," Lia said, her voice low and dangerous, eyes flashing with malice. "You've had your chance, Sophie. But I'm not going anywhere."

Sophie stared at her, fear creeping up her spine, but she held her ground. "You're going to have to try harder than that," Sophie replied, her voice steady, though her heart was pounding.

But Lia's next move was more than Sophie could have ever prepared for.

Sophie turned her back for one second, and the next, she felt a cold blade at her throat.

The breath froze in her lungs.

Lia was behind her, holding a knife to Sophie's neck, her hand trembling with fury. "I'll make sure you never have him again," Lia hissed, her words like venom.

Sophie's heart raced. She was too calm, her mind working in overdrive, thinking fast. She reached for the knife, her fingers gripping it as Lia yanked it tighter, pushing it against her skin. The only thought in her head was that Keefe couldn't find her like this.

Then, the door slammed open.

Keefe stood there, eyes wide with shock. "What the fuck, Lia!" he yelled, his voice cracking with anger. Without thinking, he rushed forward, grabbing Sophie and pulling her away from the knife, his hands shaking as he shoved her behind him.

Lia stepped back, a wicked smile on her face. "Keefe! She tried to kill me so I took her knife!" she shouted dramatically, her voice full of mock innocence.

Sophie felt a cold chill settle in her stomach, but she didn't let Lia's lies get to her. She met Keefe's gaze, her voice hoarse. "It's okay, Keefe. Listen to her lies. If I don't die, you'll divorce me anyway, and my source of life and happiness will be gone. I'd rather die knowing I'm still married to you."

Keefe's expression faltered. His eyes searched hers, full of a raw, unfiltered emotion Sophie had never seen before. And then, his gaze hardened, the anger in his chest building.

"Who said I was going to divorce you?" Keefe snapped, stepping toward Lia, his voice low with fury. "Sophie, you've made me happier in this one month than all my time with Lia. I don't need her. I never needed her."

In one swift motion, Keefe yanked the knife from Lia's hand and threw it across the room, his voice unwavering. "Get out of my fucking house now." He pointed to the door, his anger simmering. "And you are not to go near me or Sophie, EVER."

Lia's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're choosing her over me?" she hissed, but she didn't get a chance to say anything more before Keefe's glare sent her rushing toward the door.

Sophie, still shaking, finally let herself breathe again, the weight of what had just happened sinking in. She looked up at Keefe, her heart thundering in her chest.

Keefe pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice soft but urgent. "I don't know why I let her stay in my life for so long. But I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere."

Sophie closed her eyes, letting his warmth wash over her. "You mean it?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Keefe kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. "I swear."