A man ridicules his unemployed wife, only to come home one day to find her gone. In her search, he discovers a note revealing she intends to divorce him. Can he stop her from doing so and save their marriage? 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. “Morning, honey,” greeted Sara. “Good morning, Daddy,” the boys chimed in unison. Ignoring them, Harry grabbed a toast and rushed back to his room. “Sara, where’s my white shirt?” Harry’s voice boomed from the room. “It’s in the wash with the other whites,” Sara replied. Harry stormed into the dining room. “That’s my lucky shirt! I needed it for today!” “I didn’t have, She revealed she had been in therapy and now wanted custody. “Custody?? How dare you? After you left us?” Harry fumed. “Harry, I’m their mother. I have rights,” Sara insisted. You abandoned them, and now you want to take them away? They’re used to me now,” Harry argued. Sara was determined.

“I deserve to have them back. I’ll see you in court.” Days later, Harry, now adept at managing household chores and balancing a new freelance gig, prepared breakfast for his sons. “Daddy loves you,” he kissed them goodbye and dropped them at school before heading to the custody trial. “Mr. Wills, can you please tell us about your attention to your family while you lived together with my lient, Miss Sara?” Sara’s lawyer asked Harry. “Well, I did my best to provide for my family. I worked long hours. Overtime sometimes. I kept myself busy because I wanted to make sure they had everything they needed,” Harry said. “That’s what most responsible family guys do, right?! And what about your wife’s ambitions? Did she want to build her own career?” “Before we had our kids…Yes, she did want to work. But after that, she stayed home to look after the kids and the household.” “Well, looking after the kids…the family…cooking, cleaning. So basically, your wife has been your cook. Your children’s nanny. Your wellwisher. And did you insult her, saying she did nothing at home?” I did. Yes, it was an outburst. I was late for office and—” “Mr. Wills, were you fired from your job? Why were you fired exactly?” Objection, Your Honor. This is utterly irrelevant and immaterial to the case,” Harry’s lawyer rose. “Objection overruled.” “Thank you, Your Honor!” added Sara’s lawyer. “Mr. Wills, why were you fired from your job?” After a momentous pause, Harry looked into Sara’s teary eyes and opened up. “Because I couldn’t balance my work and parental duties. I tried, but it was too much. But I didn’t give up. I would never give up on my kids. I love them.” “Mr. Wills, how are you managing now? How do you intend to support your kids…without a job?” “I have a job. I can support them well.” “Be specific, Mr. Wills. What job and what’s the salary?” “It…It’s a part-time freelance gig. I’m a video editor.” “Mr. Wills, I admire your confidence despite your climbing down the career ladder! I’m sure you make nothing much like you used to in your previous job, right?” the lawyer added ironically. “A freelance job. Low salary. And raising two kids in today’s recession. Well…That’s all, Your Honor.” Sara was then called up to the box as Harry’s heart started pounding. “Ms. Sara, can you please tell us about your life with your husband…I mean, soon-to-be ex-husband?” Harry’s lawyer asked. “Did he ever refuse to give you money or care for you in any way?” “No…Not at all. He was always generous with our finances. We never had any issues with money.” “Did Mr. Wills ever raise his hands on you or the kids? Has he ever come home drunk and misbehaved at home?” “No, he never laid a hand on us. My husband. Sorry. Mr. Wills has never come home drunk.” “Your husband has taken care of you. You even agreed on that. He’s never laid his hands on you. Then why did you leave him and the kids?” “I had a nervous breakdown. He was always busy. He would come home and sit with his laptop, barely asking me if I was sick…happy…or sad. I tried to cope. But I couldn’t do it anymore and left. I didn’t want my kids to struggle with me as I wasn’t emotionally stable at that time.” Harry slowly started to break on the inside, and those words hit him like a bag of bricks. Ms. Sara, where were you these six months? What were you doing, and how will you care for the kids?” “I was in Chicago at a friend’s place. I wanted to be away from everything and everyone for a while. Then I moved back to Boston…got a job as an interior designer.” “What’s the guarantee you won’t have another breakdown and won’t abandon the kids again?” the lawyer broke Sara’s silence. “Objection, Your Honor. This is baseless and….” Sara’s lawyer chimed in. “My client, Ms. Sara, has come for the children’s custody. Why would she leave them again?” “Order…Order.” “I won’t do it ever again. My children are my world. I’ll be there for them and never let anything like that happen again.” And two hours later, the verdict was announced, and Sara was granted custody of the kids. “….Mr. Wills, you’ll have the right to visit your children and take them with you two days a week. You’re required to pay $860 as support to your children every month. This case is now closed.” Soon, the day arrived when the kids would go with Sara. She arrived, sad to separate the kids from their father but happy to have them back. As she was leaving with her two sons, her elder one stopped her. “You’re just tearing us apart,” spoke Cody as he let go of Sara’s hand and bolted to Harry. “We want both Mommy and Daddy!” added Sonny. This was it. Sara could no longer hold herself back. She bolted in their direction and hugged them.