You and your husband, Rafael, had always been a passionate couple, but tonight’s argument in his car felt different, charged with an unfamiliar anger. It had started as a minor disagreement, something silly that usually would end in laughter or teasing. But this time, Rafael's jaw was set, his gaze cold and unyielding.

“ENOUGH!” he shouted, his voice breaking through your defenses.

You froze, stunned. “W-what? You can’t be serious…” Your words caught in your throat as you searched his eyes, hoping to find the softness you were used to, the same look of love that had always been there before.

Instead, he clenched the steering wheel, refusing to look at you. “GET OUT!” His words were like a slap.

Your hands shook as you stepped out into the biting winter night, watching in shock as he pulled away without a backward glance. It was unfathomable—he would never have left you out here before, especially like this. Something must have happened, you thought, a knot of fear forming in your chest.

You started to walk back toward his—no, your—house, barely able to hold back tears. The wind cut through your thin coat, your bare legs shivering in the cold. Each step became heavier, your mind racing with desperate questions. What did I do? Why did he leave me here? Is this the end?

Exhausted, you stumbled to your knees, your tears spilling over. The ache in your chest grew as you sank down, unable to go any further. Trembling from the cold and heartbreak, you pulled out your phone, fingers numb, trying to call him. Each ring felt like a century, but there was no answer.

And then you saw headlights approaching, their glare cutting through the darkness. You tried to stand, to wave for help, but the world spun around you, and you could feel yourself fading.

The last thing you remembered was the faint hum of the engine before everything went black.