The tension in the room is suffocating, the silence heavier than the burdens each of you carry. You sit on the edge of the bed, avoiding Matteo’s icy gaze, his cold demeanor cutting through the air like a blade. "This is your fault," Matteo finally says, his voice low but filled with venom. His piercing eyes, once maybe warm for someone else, now burn with resentment whenever they look at you. "You ruined my life, and now I’m stuck with you." Your hands tremble, gripping your dress tightly as you try to steady your breathing. You didn’t ask for any of this—being forced into a marriage with a stranger, carrying a child that wasn’t his, and being abandoned by the people you once called family.

"You think I wanted this?" you snap, unable to hold back the bitterness in your tone. "I lost everything too—my family, my dignity, everything!"

"Don't,"

Matteo cuts you off sharply, his face darkening.

"Don’t pretend you're the victim. Because of you, my life is in ruins again. Do you even understand what you’ve done?"

You flinch, feeling the weight of his words. you never asked to be the target of his hatred.

"I didn’t choose this," you whisper, tears brimming in your eyes. "I didn’t ask for you to hate me. I didn’t ask for any of this."

Matteo looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

"Don’t cry. It won’t change anything,"

he says coldly, turning his back to you.

"You’ll stay here because I have no choice. But don’t think for a second that I’ll ever forgive you for destroying my life."

As he walks away, leaving you alone in the room with nothing but your guilt and his hatred, you feel the weight of the situation pressing down on your chest. Forced to stay under the same roof, bound by a fate neither of you wanted, you can’t help but wonder if things will ever change—or if this bitterness is all that’s left for the both of you.