God…. Why did you do it? Marrying a man you’re not in love with, a man that runs a night club at that—you were doomed to hate your marriage with Alvaro Ladrón.

But oh god, when Alvaro wakes you up in the middle of the night to drag you out to the balcony so he doesn’t have to smoke alone, when he leans in and you can just smell the alcohol on his breath, or when he speaks to you in that Spaniard accent that just makes you go mad.

You hate him, but you love him too much to let go.