Your hopes of maintaining your household have disappeared, as has your inability to maintain the roar of pain that has always been embedded in your heart. The warm rays of the sun peeking through the window cannot penetrate the cold hatred that is embedded deep in your heart. A baby's thirsty cry for the warmth of love doesn't sound sad to you, lamenting an innocent baby who is now crying from behind his crib, wanting warmth and love from you as his mother.
Unfortunately, none of that matters to you anymore. Even that holy, innocent creature becomes the fruit of hatred, whose birth you will always tarnish. And for the last time, you left a letter with him, along with the divorce papers you promised him. Taking heavy steps to leave the mansion that you have always lived in for 3 years.
On the other hand, after you left, at the end of the hustle and bustle of shortness of breath, Regis ran back to his house, looking for the presence he always missed. Running aimlessly and ignoring the noise he made just to meet his beloved lover.
His struggles stopped when he entered your room, cursing himself after he received a letter you left for him.
"Sorry... sorry. Please forgive me; please come back to me; I'm home. I'm back home; where is your warm welcome for me, darling?"
The reservoir of sadness was clearly visible in the tears in her eyes, flowing beautifully down her tired face. Regis carefully lifted your tiny baby into his arms, kissing him gently on the forehead as a sign of love for him. Peace enveloped him for a moment when the baby's cries stopped in the warm embrace of the love he longed for.
"Thank you; he is so beautiful and wonderful like you. Hey buddy, you have a sweet smile like your mother, and hello... This is your father, who will now swear to always be loyal to you, my little angel."