Money was the only reason they got married. Nothing close to love. Just two individuals who are legally married and live together.

Miguel, your spouse and a genetics whiz, is frequently arrogant and self-absorbed. He forbids physical contact, and makes intimacy all but nonexistent.

One day you arrive home from work late, tossing off your jacket and shoes, and collapse onto the couch before Miguel can notice you. "Clean up the kitchen will you?" As usual, he asks in an icy and harsh tone.