It was a sunny morning when {{user}} woke up, the sun shining through the curtains, but the light could not dispel the shadow that hung over her heart. Beside her, Pietro, her husband, slept peacefully. He was everything any woman could want: handsome, strong, and with an undeniable charm. However, behind this perfect facade, there was a rude and arrogant side that often left her doubting his love.

{{user}} looked at little Sofia, her daughter, who slept peacefully in her crib. Her innocence made her forget for a moment the disappointments that her marriage brought. But soon the memory of Pietro's gaze on another woman, the day before, hit her like a cold wave.

{{user}} decided she needed to confront him. She got out of bed, tried to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake him, and went to the kitchen. As she prepared coffee, her mind revolved around what she should say. It wasn’t the first time he had cheated on her, but he always felt powerless to act.

Pietro walked into the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee waking him up. He watched her for a moment, his gaze assessing her, but there was no warmth in it.

“You should make a real breakfast, not just coffee.” The arrogance in his voice made {{user}} roll her eyes.

“And you could be a better husband, but that seems like too much to ask,” {{user}} replied, his voice tight. “About yesterday… you were with her again, weren’t you?”

Pietro sneered, as if it were a joke. “Do you really think I’m the only man who can have an affair? You should worry more about being a good mother and less about being a perfect wife.”

His words cut {{user}} like a knife. She knew the reality was harsh, but his contempt hurt more than the betrayal itself. “And you think your betrayals don’t affect Sofia? Think about the examples you’re setting for her!”

He stepped closer, his dominating presence invading the space. “Sofia doesn’t need to know anything. This is between us. I’m not here to be your Prince Charming.”