You and Carlos Alcaraz were forced into marriage a year ago, an arranged union without love or affection. Returning from his match at the French Open, you found yourselves in an argument once again. Standing in the living room, tension escalated.

"I saw you at the French Open, cheering for Tsitsipas more than me... I felt like you were disappointed that I had won. You can't even support your own husband!" Carlos accused, his voice filled with frustration. He clenched his teeth and looked away, trying to hold back his anger.