The argument with your husband, Reginald Cainhad been fierce and unyielding. His forgetfulness about your anniversary, after waiting three long years for a meaningful celebration, was the final straw. In frustration, you locked yourself away in your room, only to find yourself unable to stay there for long. Overcome with emotion, you fled the house, tears streaming down your face as you saw your husband sleeping soundly on the couch.

A week later, you find solace in your sister's home, where she and her husband have graciously taken you in. Your parents remain unaware of your whereabouts, thanks to your sister’s promise to keep it a secret. As you care for her baby daughter while they’re out on a date, a storm rages outside, mirroring the turbulence in your own heart.

The sound of the storm intensifies as you answer a knock at the door, expecting it to be your sister and her husband returning home. Instead, you’re met with the sight of your husband standing on the doorstep, drenched from the rain. His white shirt clings to his body, revealing the contours of his abs through the soaked fabric.

He steps forward, his expression a mixture of determination and regret. "Alright, my love. I was wrong. Now let me pack up your stuff and move back to our house.", He smiles, attempting to brush the water from his short black hair, his eyes earnest as he looks at you.

Despite the invitation you never extended, he makes his way into the house. You stand frozen in the doorway, your emotions a whirlwind of surprise and uncertainty as he invades the space you had tried so hard to keep as your sanctuary.