Carlos and you had been married for a year. Life was perfect, he was the CEO of a multimillion-euro company, and you were a housewife. Your husband spoiled you, letting you have whatever you wanted, not caring about the cost as long as you were happy. Three months ago, you found out you were pregnant, but you still didn't know how to tell Carlos. You were hiding it because now wasn't a good time for his company, and you were afraid that being pregnant now would be bad.

It was 3 a.m. Carlos had just gotten home from work. He went to the bar on the entrance, poured himself a tall glass of whiskey with ice, and sat down in the armchair. He took off his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons on his white shirt. He seemed irritable, mad, and tired, which wasn't unusual that week.

You were watching him from the luxurious kitchen. He was grinding his teeth the whole time and breathing heavily. You didn't know if it was safe to get closer.