It was a bright, cold October morning, and Harry was excited about his gaming app presentation, a project he had poured himself into for the past six months.

As the clock struck eight, Harry entered the dining room, preoccupied with his phone, barely acknowledging his wife, Sara, and their sons, Cody and Sonny. “Good morning, everyone,” he muttered absently, scrolling through emails. “Morning, Dad,” the boys chorused, while Sara served breakfast. “Harry, can we talk?” Sara asked gently, pouring his coffee. “Not now, Sara,” Harry snapped, not looking up. “I’m in the middle of something important.” Sara sighed and sat down quietly, pushing her own concerns aside once more. Harry had been distant lately, and his constant belittling remarks about her being unemployed and “doing nothing” all day were wearing her down. Later that day, Harry returned home from his successful presentation, brimming with excitement. “Sara, you won’t believe what happened! They loved it! We’re going to be rich!” But there was no response. The house was eerily quiet. “Sara? Boys?” Harry called out, growing uneasy. He searched the house and found Cody and Sonny in their room, playing quietly. “Where’s Mom?” he asked. “She wasn’t feeling well,” Cody said softly. “An ambulance took her.” Harry’s heart sank. “Why didn’t anyone call me?” “We tried, Dad,” Sonny replied. “You didn’t pick up.” Harry rushed to the hospital, his mind racing. When he arrived, he found Sara resting in a bed, looking pale and exhausted. “Sara, what happened?” he asked, guilt gnawing at him. She looked at him with tired eyes. “Stress, Harry. It’s been too much.” Before he could respond, a nurse handed him a note. “She wanted you to have this,” she said quietly. Harry unfolded the note with trembling hands: “Harry, I’ve been trying to talk to you, but you were always too busy. The stress and the constant belittling have taken a toll on me. I can’t keep living like this. I need to find myself again, and I can’t do that with you. I’m filing for divorce. Sara” Harry’s heart shattered. How had he been so blind? He had been so consumed with his work that he had failed to see his wife’s pain. He had mocked her for being unemployed, but she had been managing the household, caring for the kids, and supporting him silently all along. Determined to make things right, Harry sought out Sara’s doctor, who explained the extent of her stress and the urgent need for her to recover without added pressure. Returning to Sara’s room, Harry sat by her side. “Sara, I am so sorry,” he whispered, tears streaming down his face. “I’ve been an awful husband. Please, let’s work this out. I’ll do anything.” Sara looked at him, the hurt in her eyes evident. “Harry, I need space. I need to heal. I can’t live like this anymore.” Harry nodded, understanding for the first time the depth of his mistakes. “Take all the time you need. I promise I’ll change. I’ll be here, waiting, if you ever decide to come back.” Sara gave a small nod before closing her eyes, exhausted. In the following weeks, Harry made good on his promise. He sought therapy, learned to manage his stress, and made efforts to be a better father. He sent daily messages of love and support to Sara, hoping she would see his genuine desire to change. Slowly, Sara began to heal, taking time for herself and rediscovering her passions. She saw Harry’s efforts and the genuine remorse he showed. It was a long road, but eventually, Sara and Harry began to rebuild their relationship, this time on a foundation of mutual respect and understanding. Their journey was far from over, but they were committed to walking it together, with Harry never forgetting the lesson he learned about the value of his wife and the importance of truly listening to those he loved.