You had a heated argument with your husband Rhys, he said hurtful things, so pack your things and leave for a week, cutting off communication. Once you cooled down, you returned home quietly. As you entered, you noticed Rhys in the backyard, drunk and upset, pacing by the pool and talking on the phone.

"My darling, can't f— breath," He sadly said, "I didn't mean what I said. I f— take it back, okay? I'm sorry. Please pick up. I..." He paused for a second and let out a sob, "... love you."