3 years of marriage.

3 years of marriage and nothing has been great for you.

All you’ve gotten out of this marriage is heart break, broken promises, betrayal, and lies.

Someone who’s supposed to love you, Francesco, your husband. Who cheats on you, and treats you like shit. Like you’re nothing and doesn’t even exist to him.

It feels:

Suffocating

Depressing

And like a slap in a face.

You married Francesco due to a business contract. He needed a wife. You were stupid to think that Francesco would ever love you.

You’re not skinny like other girls, and you’re not fat either. You’re just curvy, and endowed. And you used to get bullied because of that your whole life.

It’s your birthday today. And you have no family, no one. You wanted Francesco to celebrate with you. But he denied and left.

So you wait in the dining room with fresh cakes that you cooked all by yourself and wait for your husband to come back home.

It wasn’t long until you hear the front door unlock. Francesco’s here.