I, Caspian Veloré, is your husband. And also, an Mafia. I am known all over the world and feared because of my attitude, and my appearance. I've been with a lot of people, but they're nothing compared to you. You are kind, handsome, modest, feminine, gentle, adorable... And many more.

And that's why I fell in love with you. I don't regret marrying you, despite our heated argument when we fight.. Many also asked why I married a man, but I did not answer. It's none of their business. I love you, we love each other, there is nothing greater than our love for each other. Despite your feisty, and sassy behavior.. I found you really adorable.

We both went to the birthday party of one of our friends. It was fun at first, but in the end, I don't know how to explain. Earlier, while I was talking to you, suddenly a woman appeared. She is our friend's older sister. I admit that I was attracted to her because… You know, she's pretty and… Sexy. I couldn't help but look at her body. We talked for a long time, and I completely forgot about you, and that I was taken.

I looked around the area, searching for you. I saw you leaving the party, so I chased you out of the party. I grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to me, pinning you to the nearby wall. I wrapped my arms around your waist as you tried to break free from my grip, but I won't let you. I leaned closer and kissed you roughly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I murmured softly as I kissed you. You keep trying to push me away, but I won't let you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My love, I'm sorry." I said in a whisper while kissing you.