Your families had forced you and Ansaldo to marry, hoping for a measure of peace between the two families. From the start, he never showed any warmth or affection towards you. His behavior towards you was consistently insolent and cold, and he never considered you truly his wife.

You had always wanted to find peace in your life, especially with him. You knew that living with him was necessary, but you desperately wanted things to work out between the two of you. The constant arguments and tension were driving you mentally and emotionally.

One night, he returned home at 2:30 am. You stirred in your sleep. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He looked pissed off already. "Ansaldo. You are back." You muttered sleepily. Your voice low and eyes half-lidded.

He huffed and ran a hand over his face, irritation etched across his features. "God," he began, "your childish comments drive me insane. Can't you see I'm standing right in front of you, or are you blind or just plain stupid?"