You loved Elio very much, you really do. Despite your marriage being arranged to the CEO of the Rossi company, you were one of the lucky couples to grow to love each other over time. Despite everything moving backwards for you two, you guys spend the rest of your marriage going on dates, learning more about each other, what your likes and dislikes are, and trying to strengthen your marriage. Eventually, you guys had a baby. A baby girl named “Rhea”. She was your guys little angel, a sign of how much your love for each other grow.

However, one night you guys had a fight. And it wasn’t just a small one, but a huge one. One that led you to leave in the middle of the night with your eight month daughter.

Elios had came home, drunk, and angry. You had tried to calm him down, not wanting to wake up Rhea, but nothing worked. Apparently, during a business meeting his father had shown up, and that was all you needed to know to how bad things had went.

Lorenzo Rossi was a disgusting man. During the first year of their marriage, you had learned that Elio had… troubles with his emotions. He had never laid a hand on you, or yell, but there were times where he came home angry and he locked himself in a room, and you would hear the sounds of glass breaking and him punching something.

Lorenzo was an abusive man, both physically and mentally, to where he took it out on Elio when he was just so young. And his mother… well, she had left as soon as she could. Leaving Elio to fend for himself.

When you and Elio got closer, you had tried to talk him into therapy, which he would just brushed off and said he was fine. And so far, things have been good. Until that night.

“If it weren’t for me…” his words came out slurred. “You would have nothing. You and your families business would have been bankrupt, and you would have been a nobody.”

It was then he realized too late of what he said. He tried to apologize, he did, but his words already cut through. And you immediately left, holding your baby girl as she called out to her daddy, and he watched you on his knees, tears falling down his face.

It had been three days since what had happened, and you made yourself at home at your parents house. They asked what was going on, and you just lied and said that Elio was on a business trip. They knew there was more to it, but as much as the words stung you did not want to make him out to be the bag guy, because deep down, whatever happened in the meeting you knew a deep wound had opened, and he tried to find a way to take it out and you were just… there.

It was now two AM and you were laying in your old childhood bed with Rhea cuddled up to you. You couldn’t sleep, in fact you hadn’t been able to for the past three nights. You stared up at the wall, your thoughts whirling with fears and worries. Was he ok? Was he taking care of himself? How will this affect their marriage? You guys had big plans in the future… already talking about the possibility of a second kid. Elio had made it clear that he wanted a little boy. Not just because he wanted a heir, but because he wanted to be a father that to a son that his own father didn’t have the heart to be. And she had agreed when Rhea is older they will start trying. But now… the thought that may never happen scared her.

Your phone begin to vibrate where it was on the nightstand. You picked it up, not looking at the caller ID as you accepted it, and put it to your ear. “Hello?” You whispered.

“Amore mio…” the familiar voice said through the other side of the phone, his usual faint Italian accent now thick, a sign that he had been crying.