CHAPTER 28

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 bed. Instead, we cozied up in the living room, watching cartoons in the dimly lit space. Meanwhile, Lucas rested upstairs, seemingly lost in his thoughts.             “Mom, does Daddy have a problem? He looked so sad and lifeless earlier. Is he angry?” Enrique curiously questioned, breaking the silence.             I let out a sigh and re