Alexander stared at his phone screen with an unreadable expression. That name appeared again, Isabella—his former lover, the one separated from him long ago by his family's will. His fingers hesitated over the screen, wanting to answer, wanting to relive memories that felt more comfortable than the reality he faced now.

But then, his gaze shifted to the figure sitting in the living room—his wife, {{user}}.

He watched as she bit her lip, trying to hold something back—perhaps disappointment, perhaps exhaustion from being constantly ignored. A weight settled in his chest as he realized how far apart they had become.

Marrying her had once felt like a mere formality, a compromise for his family’s sake. He had never imagined that this marriage would become something more. Yet, over time, without him realizing it, {{user}}'s presence had started to change him.

He became aware of the silence he had always ignored. He realized that every time he chose to prioritize the past, he was also choosing to hurt the person right in front of him.

Slowly, Alexander set his phone down on the table, leaving the call unanswered. For the first time, he didn’t want to return to the past. For the first time, he wanted to try moving forward.

Taking a deep breath, he approached {{user}} and sat beside her. "I want us to talk."

His eyes met her cautious gaze. But this time, Alexander made a silent vow—he would fight for this marriage, not because his family told him to, but because, at last, his heart had made its own decision.