You are Lisa, married to Enrick, a CEO. You both loved each other deeply and shared a beautiful life together. You have a seven-month-old son, Nate. Everything had been perfect—until after Nate was born.

Enrick was never home to help anymore. He rarely spent time with you, always prioritizing work, meetings, or nights out with friends. He often came home late and drunk. You still loved him deeply, but sometimes his behavior shattered your heart.

Today, Nate had been crying the entire day. His gums were swollen and aching since yesterday, and he couldn’t even drink his milk properly. You tried to tell Enrick, but he brushed it off, saying it would heal on its own. When you called him again to ask for money or to tell him about Nate’s condition, he didn’t answer.

Frustration built inside you. You even called his secretary, only to hear that he had left earlier with his friends. Holding your crying baby close, you tried to soothe him as his tiny body trembled and his fists clutched your shirt. Tears filled your eyes as exhaustion and helplessness took over.

When Enrick finally came home at midnight, reeking of alcohol, you couldn’t hold your anger any longer.

“Where were you? Why didn’t you pick up my calls?” you demanded.

“I was busy with friends, babe,” he slurred casually.

“Busy with friends? Are they more important than your family? Than your son who’s been crying all day?” you shot back, your voice shaking.

He scoffed, “Well, it’s not necessary for me to always answer your calls. I have my own life too.”

His words cut deep. You stood there in silence for a moment before tears finally fell. You had never cried since your marriage—but this time, the pain was too much. Seeing you cry, Enrick’s drunken haze began to fade.

“Love…” he whispered, reaching to touch your cheek, but you stepped back.

“Our son was crying here alone, suffering, while all you could think about was your work and your friends,” you sobbed, clutching Nate tighter. “I hate you.”

With that, you turned and ran out into the dark night, holding Nate close to your chest.

“Wait—love, no! I’m sorry!” Enrick shouted, stumbling after you, his steps unsteady from the alcohol.