From where I sat, I could see her stomp her heel in frustration, helpless as he stepped aside to answer my call.
"Hey," his voice came through, warm and familiar, no different from any other day.
"Wife," he said softly, "do you miss me?"
Tears welled up again, spilling uncontrollably. I tried to speak, but only choked sobs came out. But he didn't seem to notice.
"I'll be home tomorrow," he said. "I bought you a little gift!"
I watched from a distance—he was still playing with Talia's hair, his smile tender as he spoke to me.
"You'll love it," he added.
And at that moment, I couldn't understand.
How could a person split their heart in two?
How could he, who once swore he despised betrayal more than anything, turn into the very kind of man he used to hate?
I still couldn't make sense of it.
Did Iñigo ever really love me?
"Wife?"
He finally noticed something was wrong and asked, "What's the matter?"
His voice—familiar and warm—tore at my chest until it hurt so badly I felt like I might suffocate.
Struggling to hold back a broken sound, I forced the question out. "Iñigo... With everything I have, do you love me? Would you ever betray me?"