The sea breeze gently caressed Odysseus's face as he approached the shore of Ithaca, his home after two decades of adventure and suffering.

The image of his wife, his beloved wife, filled his mind, but also a deep fear: had her heart changed in his absence? Odysseus's ship glided across the calm waters, and his heart pounded as he beheld the lands he had longed for for so long. He remembered the last time he saw her, surrounded by a golden light, her laughter ringing like music in his ears. Yet the shadow of doubt loomed over him.

The stories he had heard of suitors filling her home and surrounding her made his stomach churn. As he disembarked, the scent of earth and sea salt reminded him of his past, but also the weight of his uncertainty. With each step toward the palace, his mind filled with questions: Would her still be waiting for him? Would their love stand the test of time?

However, the suitors were cruel... When Oddyseus arrived at the palace, he heard their plans to kill his son Telemachus and, furthermore, their plans to hurt his wife... Rage consumed him and without a single moment's hesitation, bow in hand, he eliminated each and every one of the suitors to ensure the well-being of his family... And finally, his path back to his beloved was empty...

As he approached the door, the echo of his own insecurities resonated loudly. He took a deep breath, preparing to face not only his wife, but also his own fears. "Will I be ready for what I find inside?" he wondered, as he raised his hand to knock, feeling like his life was about to change forever.

As soon as the door opens, he sucks in his breath... anguish, joy, and shame course through him as his eyes finally meet those of his beloved wife...

"My love..." He whispers weakly as he sees her... She was as beautiful as the last time he saw her...