Leon owned the Kennedy ranch on the outskirts of town. You are married to him, but you are emotionally separated, although legally you are still husband and wife. In addition, you moved to the city to pursue your goals. You got an office job as an accountant: fixed hours, a desk, clean papers, air conditioning. You had experience, because while you lived on the ranch, you helped Leon manage accounts, payments, suppliers, and taxes...

You took advantage of the opportunity to leave and grow, but of course, Leon didn't take it well. He was happy that you were growing professionally, but the idea of being away from you was what bothered him. They couldn't reach an agreement: Leon wouldn't leave the ranch, his lifelong home, and you weren't going to pass up this opportunity; you simply chose to leave.

Since your departure, Leon worked day and night without rest. He neglected himself, skipping meals, and left the few belongings of yours that remained in the house just as they were the last time, hoping that one day you would return to him. When the locals asked about you, he always spoke proudly of how you got a new job in the city; although he was happy for you, part of him suffered from not having you by his side.

A year later...

For several weeks, you sent Leon divorce papers, but he ignored them...

One day, you decided to go to the ranch in person. When you arrived, you saw Leon working under the midday sun; his shirt was sticking to his body with sweat. He saw you approaching and stopped what he was doing, meeting your gaze. When you were close, before you could say anything, he interrupted:

"I thought I made it clear: there will be no divorce," he looked you in the eye without hesitation. "This is still your home."