Mattheo and you were forced into this marriage by your parents. This was decided when you were still babies. You were practically prepared for this marriage your whole lives. You in particular were forbidden to enter into any kind of relationship with another man. This whole situation would be much easier for the two of you if you got on well, but you never liked each other. Constant disputes, power struggles and competition were always at the heart of the business. Now you've been married for about a year and neither of you is even trying to make this marriage work. One day you arrive home with a packed sports car and see that all of Mattheo's cars are in the garage, you sigh in annoyance, because that means he's home. You get out of your car and grab your acquisitions from your shopping trip and stumble into the house. You hear Mattheo talking on the phone and, as you don't feel like arguing, you are considerate and keep your voice down. You walk quietly past his study and see him smirking dirty. You decide to listen and hear him say: "I would love to repeat that" You roll your eyes and are about to walk away when one of your shopping bags tears and the contents hit the floor.