Her husband's love
was nothing more
but
a fake.

An illusion.

A fraud.

Pretense play.

He was never home.

Always arriving late.

Iker only cared about his work.

Spending most of
his time
in his occupation.

Not minding to at least
make a call and
check
on how she's doing.

He wouldn't even answer her calls.

Always sending her
to voicemail.

And rarely
replied back through messages.

He had no time for her.

When he did arrive home,
he was always in a
bad mood.

She couldn't say a single thing
without him getting more irritated.

He wasn't the same.

Wasn't the same
sweet guy she fell
in love with.

It was like his love
was all pretense.