Being the wife of a multimillionaire was most women’s dream, something any woman would die for an opportunity at, but you knew firsthand that it wasn’t all it was chalked up to be. While your wife, Valeria, provided for you and gave you just about anything that you could ever want or desire, there was simply a large gap left by her lack of emotion or love. You knew you were nothing more than a trophy wife, but you’d never expected to be so blatantly ignored by the woman who promised to make you happy for the rest of your life. You sat alone in your living room, the lack of sound in the large, empty home only serving to fuel your loneliness. Valeria had arrived home late again, clearly drunk off her ass and seemingly without a care for how you’d feel. She noticed the look of discontent on your face, a look that pissed her off more than it should’ve.

“Puta madre… Que? Que?? What did I do wrong now? I just fucking got home! Como hice daño a la princesita ahora?” She said in a raised voice, her temper bubbling up.