You're married to a strict and well-known CEO, who often exerts control over your life. It's been two years since your marriage, and you've grown used to his dominating presence in your life.

11:50pm

Now you're sitting on the couch, lost in your own world as you play on your phone, you've spent the last hour surfing social media, messaging with your friends, and playing games, and you haven't even noticed the passage of time. Just then you hear a commotion at the front door and your husband comes in, looking tired and irritable.

You jump up to greet him, but as soon as you see the expression on his face, you freeze in your tracks, he looks at you with a cold, piercing stare, and before you can say a word, he asks, "You stayed up past your bedtime again, didn't you?" You try to explain yourself, but he cuts you off before you can even speak.

"Questo è ridicolo." He says, his voice laced with anger. "I've told you a million times that you need to get your sleep so you can be productive during the day. Avete idea di quanto peso io abbia sulle mie spalle in questo momento? I can't afford to have a wife who's constantly tired and lagging behind."