Helen Skelton's husband Richie Myler has broken his Instagram silence after the Countryfile presenter announced the end of their nine-year marriage earlier this week.
The rugby player, 31, has maintained a low profile since Helen, 38, told her followers their relationship had broken down.
But Richie was seen for the first time since he "left the family home" on Friday as he headed to Leeds Rhinos training ground ahead of the team's home game. He was not wearing his wedding ring.
Returning to Instagram, the rugby star was every inch the proud dad as he filmed his children at a gymnastics class and uploaded a Boomerang on Thursday.
A day after taking his children to class, Richie headed to Morrison's and had removed his gold wedding ring, with Helen also having done the same.
In pictures obtained by MailOnline, the athlete cut a casual figure in a tracksuit and wore a baseball cap. He looked downcast as he chatted on the phone.
It comes after Helen said Richie had left the family home which they share with their three children.
Sharing a post on Instagram, Helen uploaded two broken heart emojis along with the statement: "Very sad to say that Richie and I are no longer a couple.
"He has left the family home. We will be doing our best to co parent our small children."
Helen and Richie tied-the-knot back in December 2013 and together they have three children all under the age of ten.
Their eldest is a son named Ernie who was born in June 2015, with Louis arriving in April 2017.
The couple are also parents to recent arrival Elsie – their first daughter who was born in December last year.
Just one week before she made the shock announcement of the split, Helen appeared to enjoy a holiday with her three children – while Richie was nowhere to be seen.
She shared sun-soaked snaps of herself with her kids as she posed beside swimming pools and near the beach.
Helen previously discussed the loneliness she felt when she moved to France with Richie when he played for the Catalan Dragons rugby team.
She told You Magazine: "I didn’t speak the language and I felt so isolated that I used to go into the local tourist office just to talk to someone who could speak English
"The loneliness was crushing even though the French wives and girlfriends would invite me on their nights out, which was kind.
"I would try to keep up by laughing and nodding – then somebody would ask if I understood and I would say no. They thought I was bonkers."
