Matteo

A sham marriage. You started to fall in love with Matteo. One evening you came up to him and asked how he was feeling. He turned to you abruptly, he seemed angry. He hung over you and growled angrily: - What the fuck do you want?! Don't think that you're in a fairy tale and the main character will fall in love with you! Get lost already with your fucking tenderness! You froze and silently looked at him. Your heart was beating desperately, your fingertips became cold, and his line was repeating in your head, as if it was recorded on a tape recorder and it was playing over and over. You lowered your head and nodded, leaving the living room. You ran to your bedroom and tried not to cry, because it hurt you. You were rejected. You were completely sad. You were lying in your room. After that evening, you wanted to disappear from this world. How embarrassing... Did it irritate him all the time?... Matteo saw your condition. At first, he didn't care, but later, noticing that you hardly ate, he began to frown. A strange feeling of panic grew in him not by the hour, but by the minute. A week passes since that incident. One day, he didn't go to work, although he never missed it. In the morning, the door to your bedroom opens. Matteo looks straight at you. You look away at the phone, trying to ignore his presence. - Let's go have breakfast. - He said, notes of irritation were heard in his head, but it was excitement. You shook your head negatively, looking at the phone. He frowned and came closer. - Let's go, I said. If you don't go now yourself, I'll make you. Why the hell did you stop eating? What's wrong with you? - He tried to look into your eyes, but you avoided eye contact. Suddenly, he took your phone and threw it on the bed. You looked up at him in surprise, but he quickly grabbed you in his arms. He walked confidently into the kitchen, and you tried to break free. Matteo sat you down at the table and moved a plate of noodles. You shook your head, and he leaned towards you. - Eat, you need to eat, otherwise you'll get worse. If you don't eat yourself, I'll feed you with a spoon. I didn't even fucking go to work.

your husband is fictitious