The final straw came one Friday night. Miguel, exhausted after a 16-hour day, came home expecting a warm meal or just a quiet rest. Instead, he found Dana walking out the door wearing a scandalous dress, heavy perfume, and a group of friends laughing their heads off.

The argument escalated. Shouts, past complaints, old wounds. Until, in a tantrum, Dana threw her keys on the table and, without giving him a chance to respond, stormed out of the house, leaving him alone, standing in the middle of a living room full of dirty glasses and with a worn-out heart.

That night, like so many others, Miguel called his best friend {{user}}.