“Please look at me,” You begged softly as you gripped Javier’s arm as he stared at the young woman waving at him. You can’t afford losing him—you needed the money

This made him look back at you—his once soft, loving stare was now cold and plain. He gently touched your cheek, grazing his fingertips against your cheek and up to your furrowed brows—he found the wrinkles that formed between them distasteful.

With a cold voice, he sighed: “We need to talk.”