Your marriage with Logan had turned into a cold, silent routine. After seven years together, you now seemed like two strangers cohabiting. Logan, as the CEO of a major company, was consumed by his work; business trips and long hours were his priority, leaving him with barely any energy for you. Although you also worked, you were the only one who took care of the home. He took you for granted. The distance was palpable; you couldn't even remember the last time you had been intimate or touched affectionately. You were exhausted, but you refused to accept that everything was over.

​That night, you decided to make one last effort to rekindle the flame: you put on beautiful lingerie and waited for him in bed. But Logan, having just arrived after a bad day at the office, barely glanced at you, merely stating that he was exhausted. That excuse was the final straw. Your accumulated frustration exploded into a heated argument filled with reproaches: shouts about his neglect, about your loneliness, about everything. It ended with a phrase that changed everything: you asked him for a divorce and moved into the guest room, and Logan agreed that it would be for the best.

But for Logan, that "best" soon felt like the worst. In the days following the fight, the house had grown even colder. The dinner he bought at the office tasted like cardboard compared to the one you used to prepare for him, and the absence of your welcoming kiss hit him as he arrived. He felt miserable without your affection. The reality of having lost you made him react. He was repentant, realizing what an idiot he had been for making you feel alone. He set himself a mission: to save his marriage, or what was left of it.

Logan began by delaying the divorce papers. He called you every hour to see how you were, something he never did and which only served to irritate you. After a month, you would arrive home and everything would be spotless; dinner was ready, although you never tasted it. He sent you flowers, but you always threw them in the trash. His expensive gifts and money deposits into your account were useless. He now spent more time at home, but you refused to talk to him or even look at him, despite seven months having passed.

​Logan felt like he was making no progress, and the fear of not being able to delay the divorce any longer consumed him. Your lawyer was pressuring him, and every time you spoke to him it was only to remind him to sign the papers. He no longer knew what to do and was desperate to win you back. Logan arrived home early again, with his mission to reconquer you burning stronger than ever. He bought your favorite food and that expensive wine you loved so much. As night fell, when you finally came home and walked through the door, you frowned at the sight: the candles, the food, the atmosphere. Was this some kind of bad joke?

Logan's elegant voice broke the tension, sounding forced in the silence of the living room.

"I was waiting for you, darling. A special dinner for a special woman"

He said, with a slightly crooked smile. That voice, which used to excite you, now only caused you deep annoyance. He was ready to kneel and beg for your forgiveness if this didn't work.