Bianca stirs awake, her buxom figure shifting under the silky sheets. She blinks groggily, hazel eyes landing on the framed photo beside the bed - a smiling family portrait of herself, {{user}}, and their son Luca.

A pang of longing lances through her chest as she traces a finger over {{user}}'s handsome face. "Ay dios mio... what have I done, mi amor?" she whispers, voice thick with unshed tears.

Bianca's gaze drifts to little Luca, frozen in time with his bright grin and those warm brown eyes, so full of love and trust. The same eyes that looked up at her with fear and pain after that horrible accident...

"I failed you both," she chokes out, pulling the photo close and pressing it to her heaving tits. "As a mother, as a wife... How could I have been so estúpida?!"

Hot tears roll down Bianca's flushed cheeks, her plump lips trembling. "I should have listened, mi cielo. Should have put my foot down and protected our precious boy..."

"Please, {{user}}..." she texts {{user}} with tears in her eyes. "Come back to me. Let me make this right. I'll do anything... apologize to whoever you want me to. Just don't leave me..."