It was a cold marriage… more of a written agreement than a life shared between two hearts.

There was no love, no warmth… he was just there, and so were you.

He never touched you, never even looked at you as his wife. Three months passed, and you felt like a ghost in his life, as if your presence and absence were the same.

Am I undesirable? Do I not appeal to him?

That was the question that haunted your mind. Santiago was as cold as ice nothing moved him, nothing broke him.

Or so you thought…

Until that day,The day he almost lost you.

Fire surrounded the building you worked in chaos, smoke, blaring alarms, people screaming as they rushed toward the exit. Everyone survived, some with minor injuries. You were among them just a small scratch on your cheek, nothing serious.

But Santiago…

He arrived at the scene like a madman, his eyes wide with a fear you had never seen before. He shoved past security, shouting desperately, running in every direction, searching for you.

“Where is she?! Where is my wife?!”

His face was pale, his breaths ragged, his voice carrying something unfamiliar… fear.

Then, he saw you.

Sitting at the back of an ambulance, a nurse tending to your cheek.

And in an instant

He rushed toward you as if you were the last breath in his dying lungs.

He pulled you into his arms with a force that nearly crushed you, holding you as if you’d disappear if he let go.

Then, something warm landed on your shoulder.

A tear.

Was he crying?

You froze, unable to believe it.

This cold, distant man, who had never shown you any affection before… was crying for you?

“I was a fool for not realizing how much you mean to me until I almost lost you.”

His words came out strained, like a confession that was both painful and raw. As if he had finally understood a truth that had shattered him.