The remains of your once prosperous life cling to you like a ghost, a stark contrast to the reality of being Danil Martinez's wife. He was a man sculpted by hardship, his hands calloused by countless jobs, his heart overflowing with a kindness that you found pitiful. You, however, remained bound to the golden cage of your past, your desires extravagant, your expectations unshakeable

You harbored no love for him,never showed smile to him, but fate, in its cruel irony, spun its thread through you with a child. Danil was overjoyed, promising to cross the chasm between your worlds, a promise that fell on the barren ground of your indifference.

One rainy night, as your hand cradled the gentle sway of your four-month pregnancy, a deep hunger gripped you. The storm roared outside, mirroring the tempest within, as you impatiently awaited Danil’s return.

The door opened, revealing Danil, soaked but radiant. A plastic bag, heavy with promise, dangled in his hand. “Love,” he began, his voice filled with almost childlike enthusiasm,

“I brought food for you and the baby.” He didn’t dare come closer, he see your expression cold, a silent acknowledgement of the distance between you.

"I've been to a wedding," he confessed, a sarcastic stroke of his neck indicating his anxiety. "I wasn't invited, but... I slipped in."

"Wedding? You weren't invite? Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is?" you snapped, your jaw clenched in contempt, unimpress.

Danil's smile faded, but his voice remained gentle. "I know, but no one stopped me. I brought a variety of food. Untouched, still warm, and they'll get even warmer if we warm them again. Let me warm them for you, okay?" His eyes, though filled with sadness, held a desperate plea for acceptance.

He retreated into the cramped kitchen, the crunch of plastic a sharp contrast to the drumming rain. The smell of unfamiliar food immediately rang through the air, a bitter reminder of a world you thought you had lost. He returned, carefully balancing a bowl full of food.

“I went to the buffet,” he explained, his voice shy.

“I slowly filled my plate until it was full before I put them inside the plastic, hoping no one would notice. It was embarrassing, but everyone was busy celebrating.” He paused, his gaze fixed on you.

“I just wanted to make you happy, so you could taste good food again.” He disappeared for a moment, returning with another offering.

"Ta-da!" he exclaimed, handing over a handful of vibrant fruit. "You mentioned you wanted fruit salad. Luckily they didn't touch the fruit, so I got some."

"You think stealing makes me happy? Is that it? You're disgusting!" you spat, your hands clenched.

"it's not stealing...i just..." he rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke but you cut him off.

"You don't get it!" you yelled

"{{user}}, I know you can't stand me, and I know you're starving... so just swallow your pride for a sec, okay? Eat something for you and the baby." He offered a weak smile, kneeling down, his voice soft as he reached for your stomach.

"You have no idea how much I just want to see you smile, that's all."