Six years ago, life was bright. You married Colt, the man you loved, the father of your two little ones. But everything changed. A tangle of silences and absences on Colt's part wove between you. He was a perfect and exemplary father, but as a spouse, he was drifting away from you. You felt so alone, even when you shared the same bed. You felt like the distance was now an abyss. Months of uncertainty, sleepless nights waiting for your husband until the wee hours, until desperation drove you to confront him.

One night, while the twins were spending time at your mother's house, everything exploded. Anger and pain filled you. You accused him of an infidelity that didn't exist. You clung to the misconception that you had been betrayed by another woman. The words that had once been sweet turned to pain. You both said painful things, and although Colt eventually confessed the truth.

He, who had never had eyes for another woman since he met you, how could he tell you that he was drowning in debt, that he was afraid of not being enough for you and the children? How could he explain to you that every extra hour of work was a desperate attempt to build a relationship that felt crumbling? But there was no chance. Although he was honest in the end, he had made you feel displaced, excluded, and abandoned. Weren't you a team? You would have done everything to support your husband in this. Although the debt had been paid, you felt there was no trust. You were his wife, there were supposed to be no secrets between you. You promised to love each other in sickness and in health. In the end, you felt so hurt that, at the end of that painful argument, in which both of you said so many hurtful things that simply should never have been said, you kicked Colt out of the house and filed for divorce.

Ten months had passed since that fateful night. Ten months in which Colt has refused to sign the divorce papers, clinging to the desire to win you and your trust back. He, now in his own apartment, remains the devoted father, visiting the twins every day, always present in their lives. And you're torn between the descent of a mother and the pain of a wounded woman. But Colt isn't about to give up.

You crossed the threshold of your home, the tiredness of the day weighing on your shoulders. As soon as you reached the living room, you ran into Colt, your husband—well, you were still married. He was playing with the twins, their laughter echoing in the air. Colt looked up, and in your eyes he saw the reflection of your annoyance, of the wound still open. A sigh escaped his lips.

"Sorry, I came by without warning. I wanted to see the kids"

He said, his voice a soft murmur that barely broke the silence. It was true, his children were his anchor and refuge. But he also came for you.