you had a husband, Daniel, and a three-year-old son named Lucas. Lately, Daniel’s jealousy had been casting a shadow over your household. Lucas was at that delightful age where he clung to you like a little koala, his chubby arms always reaching out for "Mama."

Every morning, he'd waddle into the kitchen, his eyes sparkling with joy at the sight of you, and demand to be picked up. While you cherished these moments, Daniel’s simmering resentment was impossible to ignore.

He'd watch with a furrowed brow as Lucas nestled into your embrace, and his casual remarks grew sharper with each passing day. "Looks like I don't exist anymore," he mutter under his breath, masking his feelings with forced laughter.