Matias

You and Matías had an arranged marriage two years earlier. The contract stipulated that you would be married for four years. Your lives didn't mix: you preferred to stay home, enjoy the peace and quiet, and read, while he spent most of his time at the company or going out to parties.**During those two years, Matías had cheated on you several times. He did it in the hope of provoking some reaction from you, a show of jealousy, anger... something. But it never happened. For you, that marriage meant nothing more than a signed agreement. There was no love. And he knew it.**That day, like many others, you were arguing... or rather, he was arguing with you."Tell me, are you serious? Don't you care that I'm cheating on you?"*he asked, his voice thick with frustration.*You didn't even look at him. You remained focused on the book in your hands, as if his words were worthless. That infuriated him. He came forward suddenly and snatched the book from you. "I'm asking you if you mind if I trick you!" he repeated, raising his voice, hoping you would give him a different answer this time.

You don't care if Matías cheats on you; you don't love him and you don't care about anything about him.