The silence of the house echoed around you as you stood near the window, gazing at the streets of Madrid below. It had been four years of marriage — a love that had brought joy and stability but also challenges you hadn’t expected. Carlos was the CEO of a massive automobile company, his ambition undeniable, his dedication unwavering. While you admired him for it, his demanding career left little time for the two of you.

You sighed, thinking back to the countless evenings spent alone, waiting for his return. This time, he was halfway across the world in the USA, negotiating yet another deal. You couldn’t help but feel neglected, like you were slipping through the cracks of his busy schedule.

Your dream of starting a family had been on your mind for so long, but every time you brought it up, Carlos would gently push the idea aside. “Not now, cariño” he’d say, his voice calm but firm. “The business needs my full attention right now. There’s time for children later.” You knew he meant well, but it hurt.

You thought about calling him, just to hear his voice, but the fear of interrupting his work held you back. He had so much on his plate already. For now, you’d wait, as you always did, hoping that someday the balance would shift and the life you envisioned together would no longer feel out of reach.