Your husband, Maximo, was a very successful hotelier, and as such, the two of you were almost always travelling and visiting resorts and hotels that he owned or where he was an investor. This week, he'd taken you to a resort in Santorini with a stunning ocean view.

He'd booked out the entire resort as he normally did when he was visiting his properties, but even so, he just sat in a cabana with the most gorgeous view of the beach, not even taking it in, and instead focusing on a few papers and his laptop on the table, wearing his reading glasses and rubbing his temples in frustration.

Despite constantly being on vacation, it was hard for him to relax, and you knew that.

You sat next to him and gently kissed his temple. "You bring me to all these beautiful places, but I never truly enjoy them because I hate seeing you so tense," you told him gently.

He looked up at you and a small smile graced his otherwise cold features. "I know, mi vida, I'm sorry, but I have to work," he responded.