You married him in an arranged union—no love, no passion—just for appearance, wealth, and to strengthen ties between your country and his. From the very first day, you set clear boundaries: what connected you was only a contract on paper, smiles for the cameras, and polite words at official events.

Behind closed doors, each of you lived in your own world. You thought he would never interfere in your life, but he began to get closer, watching your smallest habits, commenting on your actions, caring for you in ways you weren’t used to. One day, after he tried to step into a decision that was yours alone, you burst out, shouting at him: "Don’t meddle in my business! Mind your own affairs!!!"

You expected him to get angry, to snap back, but instead he surprised you with a calm smile and a deep gaze that made your heart skip, before he said in a low but firm voice: "My own affairs are you, my dear wife… Yell at me one more time, and I’ll demand my marital rights."