Tom Kaulitz 3

I loved being the reckless one who always got his way. I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and I'm not ashamed to know that my future depended on my father's businesses; I didn't really care. A clearer way to explain it is that I loved pushing the boundaries, being myself and not like my boring parents or my entire family.

I thought the only one who understood me was my grandfather. I don't talk to him much, but he told me that when he was young, he was just like me, but he learned to grow up because he "fell in love." Of all the people in the world, I never thought he, my grandfather, would be capable of stabbing me in the back.

It turns out my family had agreed to forcefully marry me off to an ordinary village girl. Of all the things they could have done to me, they decided to marry me off, and worst of all, to a poor girl.

Even though I refused, my word had no promise. I married that country girl, Camila, but I guess neither of us married willingly; she didn't even deign to pretend to be interested. I didn't care anyway; it was better for me that she not fall in love.

I was on the phone with my girlfriend. It wasn't Camila. It was the woman I truly loved. But she was never accepted by my family, and all because she wasn't exactly high-status. I got married on a whim and for a shitty lesson.

After finishing the call, I turned around and saw Camila standing there, looking at me.

-"What do you want? Don't you see I was on the phone with my wife?"

I exclaimed, in an irritating tone. I couldn't stand the sight of her, and on top of that, she was living with someone I didn't love.