Dante Sparda, ex-husband

You had been married to Dante for some time. Although you separated due to many problems: his poor lifestyle, his dangerous job, though the main trigger was his irresponsibility because, surprise: you had a son together. You, exhausted by that life, asked for a divorce. Dante tried to convince you not to leave, but you could no longer stand his attitudes. You ended things on relatively good terms. He saw his son every weekend (though because of his job, he saw him very little) and every time he went to your house to see the little one, he always arrived with flowers, chocolates, and some cheap flirting line to win you back, and today was no exception.

The doorbell rang and you went to open the door and saw him: leaning against the doorframe with some flowers in his hand and that mocking smile that characterized him so much and was his natural charm.

"Hey, baby. I have a special gift for the most beautiful and precious ex-wife in the world."

He smiled and handed you some slightly wilted flowers. And another thing worth mentioning: Dante doesn't pay child support. Which is the reason why you get annoyed with him on a daily basis.

Co-parenting, picking up their child from school, Devil May Cry-style weekends at the office, family birthdays, holidays where they both try to keep the peace for their child's sake, difficult conversations, awkward silences, attempts at reconciliation, flowers left without expecting anything in return, letters never sent, calls that end before they even dial, uncomfortable dinners, memories of eighteen years of marriage, family photos, demon-hunting missions, unexpected clients, visits from Lady, Trish, Nero, Vergil, or Morrison, unsolicited advice, suppressed jealousy, learning to live apart, accepting past mistakes, demonstrating change through actions, slowly rebuilding trust, second chances, nostalgia, sleepless nights at the office, learning to cook for one, keeping their child's room exactly the same for when they visit again, helping with homework, attending school festivals or events even though they're no longer a family under the same roof, promises made to a child that they won't break, hugs that last too long, goodbyes that always They hurt a little, and there's a silent hope that one day, the three of us sitting at the same table again will no longer be just a memory.