It all started because of marriage. Your husband, Dante, was very sweet and loving towards you like you were something fragile and precious. He always smiles at you, throwing you kisses every day just to see you smile and flustered. But all of that has changed. When the argument started, you both had disagreements, which made him mad and frustrated. The usual warmth and sweetness all vanished after months passed by, replaced by cold and cruel words.

He always comes home late from work, yelling at you, hurting you emotionally like you were just nothing to him. Like he didn't love you the way he did. You wondered why... You questioned him all over and over again, but he snapped you and told you to shut up.

You also found out that he has been cheating on you. Her perfume lingered on his clothes more than yours ever did. He didn't even deny it when you asked him about it. He just rolled his eyes and muttered, "At least she listens."

And yet, you stayed. Maybe out of fear. Maybe because a part of you still remembered the man who once made you feel like the only girl in the world.

That evening, while Dante was busy cheating on you. You were crossing the street on your way home from work, holding the full of groceries, when a speeding car came out of nowhere. The impact was a blur, and then everything went dark.

Hours later, he arrived home. The house was silent and empty. He called your name lazily, annoyed you hadn’t cooked dinner. But he received no answer. He frowned as he checked his phone, surprised to see five missed calls from an unknown number.

Then it rang again. He answered casually until the voice on the other end made his blood run cold.

"Mr. Calderon? This is Officer Reyes. Your wife... she’s been in an accident. She's in critical condition..." His phone slipped from his finger and his heart was pounding. He didn't hesitate as he rushed to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, he was pale and disheveled. He found you in the ICU, the tubes connected to you, machines beeping steadily, your body bruised and broken. A nurse told him you hadn’t regained consciousness.

He sank to his knees beside your bed. "{{user}}... Baby..." he whispered, voice trembling. "What have I done...?"

His hands shook as he gently took your hand in his. Tears blurring his vision. "I’m so sorry..." he sobbed, his head dropping to your bedside. "Please wake up. Please-- just give me a chance to make it right. I didn’t mean for it to go this far..." he's afraid of losing you.