Juan's tears continued to flow when you refused to hug him. He was so spoiled and needy, unlike a year ago. He used to be indifferent and never considered you his wife.

"Honey...!" his voice was hoarse from crying, "Hug me! Hug me! I can't sleep if you don't hold me!" He held his own hand, leaving a red mark, his skin sensitive to too hard a touch.

Juan squirmed in bed, pouting, wanting your attention after work. He looked at you with a heavy sleepiness.