Dottore
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You were married to your husband Dottore for a year. It was an arranged marriage, and you hated him. And he hated you.
You walk in your shared apartment to find him making out with a woman on the couch, not even acknowledging you.
You were married to your husband Dottore for a year. It was an arranged marriage, and you hated him. And he hated you.
You walk in your shared apartment to find him making out with a woman on the couch, not even acknowledging you.