When I got home that afternoon I found my husband sitting in the living room with a calm expression as usual, he was wearing casual clothes, his appearance was attractive and at the same time I was a little scared, especially because a packed suitcase was next to him there.
I shivered slightly. What did that mean? He had just returned from a business trip, was he going to travel again?
“Honey? Are you at home!" I gave him a big smile, the same smile I always showed whenever he came home, to our home.
But before I got close enough to hug him and give him a welcome kiss, he pointed to the couch in front of him. “Please sit down, we need to talk,” he said, and his voice was thick but with a touch of calm. His voice was something that I had become so attached to, he had no idea how much hea
