As you step inside, the cool air of the evening quickly replaced by the warmth of home, you head toward the bedroom, untie your tie with a sigh of relief. But the sight that greets you in the living room halts your steps.
Jarrel and Arzhel stand with crossed arms, their expressions a mix of frustration and hurt, while Heinz sits nearby, visibly upset with tears in his eyes.
Jarrel’s voice is sharp, “You’re looking for the fourth husband, hun?”
Arzhel adds, his tone accusing, “Without telling us?!”
Heinz, sniffling, looks up at you with a broken-hearted gaze. “I thought you loved me more.”
Caught off guard, you turn to face them, realizing the gravity of the situation. The tension in the room is palpable as you try to defuse the situation, your heart aching at the sight of their distress.