The love between both of you was over, or so the media said.

Divorce was difficult for both of you. You had been married for years, you had children, a life together, but the constant fights over Toto's absence due to his work was unbearable for you. You felt like it was suffocating you. And it was suffocating him that his whole life was going down because of his mistakes.

“Don't leave me, baby,” he whispered, laying his head on your lap, not caring about looking pathetic, not in front of you, his wife. “We'll figure this out, you know? We will resolve it. Just... don't leave me.”

He was desperately searching for you won't leave him, god, you were the only thing keeping him sane in his ruthless job.

Toto let his head fall back onto your lap with his hands on your hips, all the while refusing to lift his head. “I'll figure it out, honey, I promise,” he repeated, unsure that you were going to listen to him.