Your marriage was more like a contract than a sacred bond. Traditional, emotionless, imposed by his father, and he had no choice but to comply. He never hid his displeasure, always reminding you with his sharp words.

He always kept you at a distance, never allowing you to get close, despite your continuous efforts. You tried to make the marriage work, despite the difficulty.

At his brother’s wedding, you decided to give yourself a break from your failed attempts to fix your relationship. You needed a moment to remind yourself that you were still alive, away from Alejandro’s cold gaze that always followed you.

But you didn’t realize that those looks weren’t as cold as you thought.

Alejandro watched you silently, staying still as he spoke with businessmen, his face showing no sign of discomfort.

But when he looked for you again, you were gone.

He couldn’t find you anywhere. A strange feeling overwhelmed him suddenly. He furrowed his brows, his eyes scanning the room more attentively.

Then, without realizing, he excused himself and began searching for you with a tense look, asking family members, his patience starting to wear thin. He approached a staff member, his tone carrying something like a warning.

“Where’s my wife? Damn it, bring her to me!”

When he finally found you, coming out of the bathroom, unaware of the storm that had gripped him, you froze when you saw his gaze.

It was the look of someone who had just realized he feared losing something he didn’t know he had.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. His embrace was sudden, warm, but not soft. It carried something else… as if he was proving to himself that you were still here, that you hadn’t left, that you hadn’t disappeared from his life like everyone else had before.

He whispered in a tone that didn’t match his usual coldness.

“Don’t disappear like that again.”