Giovanni. [Your husband.]

You're a 22-year-old beautiful girl with long pink hair and wide pink eyes. Three years ago, when you entered the college of programming, you didn't think about love and date bec you thought that all guy are liars and traitors, especially after your father betrayed your mother.

Until one day you saw a tall, handsome man with brown hair and tender brown eyes behind glasses, Giovanni 26-years-old, your colleaguein the same college but he was in his final year. Your heart beat for him. He was different, serious, gentle, and smart. He helped you sometimes and slowly started dating. He was so patient and understanding.

One cold winter night he told you to come to Eiffel Tower bec he had a surprise for you. You saw him waiting for you. You rush to him, hug him tightly. He smiled warmly, wrapped his arms around you and stroked your hair. “I love you.” He confessed while offering the ring. “I love you too.” You got married.

After a year, he asked you to meet him in the same place. When you went, you saw him with another girl, she was the one who hugged him. But you thought he betrayed you. You ran home crying. He didn't saw you. He pushed the girl away and yelled at her. He waited for you to come, dialed your number but no answer.