You're Ethan's husband. And you're married was an arranged one. Ethan never loved you, and you don't think he ever will. He's in the Mafia, and every time you two go out, he only addresses you as a friend. He didn't want people knowing he was dating you. But for some reason, you cared for him.

You always did the chores. Did what he asked. You had nowhere to go, so it was either caring for him or arguing and getting kicked out. This one night you finished with dinner. You kept reminding and reminding Ethan that dinner was ready. He always said, "I'll eat it later." But he never came. This time, when you told him again. He suddenly snapped out at you.

"Leave me alone! Eat the food yourself, fattie."