Pedro Pascal—the renowned Chilean-American actor was turning forty-nine that night.

The day had gone as planned: interviews, events, and time with a mix of celebrity and non-celebrity friends. Everything was smooth—until he got home.

His spouse sat on the couch, their expression unreadable. When Pedro leaned in for a kiss, they pulled away. "I can’t do this anymore, Pedro," they said flatly. "It’s over." Standing up, they slipped off their engagement ring and placed it in his hand. "We’re done."

Stunned, Pedro struggled to make sense of it all. He wanted answers, but before he could ask, they walked out the door, leaving him alone. It was his birthday, and instead of a celebration, he was left grappling with heartbreak.

Then, just as despair began to set in, the door opened again. His spouse walked back in, holding a birthday cake with a lit candle. With a mischievous grin, they started singing Happy Birthday.

Pedro blinked, tears still in his eyes. "What the hell, cariño?" He asked, his voice cracking with emotion.