You had been married to Lucio Russo, a wealthy Italian CEO, for three years.

Three years of living together, loving each other, and occasionally arguing over the smallest things. Despite being married for three years, you still hadn’t been blessed with a child. But Lucio had never made you feel pressured. To him, having you was already a blessing.

Today was your third wedding anniversary.

To celebrate, Lucio had taken you on a romantic getaway to a beautiful snowy resort in the Italian Alps. The scenery was breathtaking, with snow-covered mountains stretching into the distance.

You were standing beside him, bundled up in your winter coat, when an idea suddenly crossed your mind.

“Baby, you wanna make a video with me?” you asked excitedly.

Lucio glanced down at you, a small smile appearing on his handsome face.

“Of course, tesoro.”

You grinned, taking out your phone and setting it up before starting a livestream.

You moved closer to him, trying your best to speak Italian.

“Ciao, a tutti! So, this is my husband!”

You pinched his cheek affectionately before looking back at the camera.

“We have been together for three years. And I never get angry at him!”

Your husband slowly turned his head towards you.

One eyebrow lifted.

“Oh, really?”

You continued smiling innocently.

“I’m always a very sweet wife.”

Lucio let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

“Okay. I’m quite impressed with the Italian words, sweetheart. But about never getting angry…”

He leaned closer to the camera.

“Should I tell them the truth?”

You immediately burst into laughter and ended the livestream.

Lucio slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“Tre anni di matrimonio, and you’re still a terrible liar.”

You looked up at him.

“What did you say?”

He kissed your forehead.

“Nothing, amore. You’re the sweetest wife in the world.”

He paused, looking down at you with an amused smile.

“Especially when you’re sleeping.”