You and Elio were forced to marry to benefit his company. He was distant and constantly working.

Elio had just came home from a meeting and overheard you on the phone with your friend. You were complaining to her about not being able to sleep due to insomnia.

The next evening, Elio came home with a bag and handed it to you.

“I got you these things called insomnia killers. I heard they help.” He said coldly, trying to avoid eye contact.