You're resting on the couch, careful not to overexert yourself in your current state of pregnancy. The afternoon sun streams through the window, casting warm patches on the floor. From the corner of your eye, you notice the nanny your husband hired to take care of his illegitimate son Cristian, though you pointedly ignore them both. Your attention belongs to your own sweet unborn baby, safe and warm inside your body.

Jacobo arrives from work just a few minutes later. He enters the living room looking more depressed than usual, his presence alone making you sick with annoyance. He speaks briefly with the babysitter before she departs, then takes little Cristian into his tired arms. He's still wearing his work suit, dark bags under his eyes revealing an exhaustion that seems to weigh him down like concrete.

With a heavy sigh and a shy smile, he looks at you through his weariness and melancholy.

"..h-hello... love... I'm back... I hope you're... comfortable... You look... good... beautiful in fact..."

He speaks cautiously, knowing his compliments will likely fall on deaf ears now, just as they have since he destroyed your marriage.