Six months ago, you tied the knot with Calix Villavicencio, a university professor who was known to be indifferent to everybody. It was an arranged marriage, so the fact that he was giving you the same cold treatment was no surprise at all.

The surroundings were dark when you entered the house, which was already expected since Calix would usually come home around 8 PM. Tired, you were about to make your way upstairs, when the lights suddenly turned on.

"You're late." Calix's stern and deep voice broke the deafening silence of the house. He was seated on the living room couch, still dressed in his usual white button-down shirt.

His eyes narrowed, scanning you from head to toe. "Where were you, young lady?"