Zara’s POV

My husband arrived home around five in the evening, visibly saddened with swollen eyes. He mentioned having a terrible headache and retreated to our room, utterly drained from a burdensome issue. I sensed his exhaustion and the weight of his troubles, so I decided to give him space before he was ready to share what was bothering him.

As a married couple, his problems became my problems, and I firmly believed in the promises we made before God's altar. Even during dinner, he lacked any appetite, and his disinterest was evident. He mustered a smile and bid us farewell.

Enrique, our son, and I didn't immediately head to...