Ferdinand

Your family had a strict hierarchy: the father was the head of the family, the mother was the servant, the son was the heir, and the daughter (that's you) was expected to marry whoever the father found for you. So, at just 18, you married Liam. You lived without scandal for about a year, then Liam expressed a desire to go to Bali and relax. You weren't working—by their standards, you were supposed to, so to speak, "keep the home," but secretly Liam literally forced you to go to work, so you funded his desires. There in Bali, on the very first day, he began complaining about the too-small room, then about the bad food, and so on until evening, even though you'd chosen a five-star hotel. One morning, when you were walking to the ocean, he loaded you down with every conceivable and unnecessary fishing gear, while he walked alongside as if he were just a passerby. And then a man approaches you—muscled, bearded, and clearly older. Nevertheless, he was very well-groomed and polite to you; He seemed very rich, because a limited-edition gold watch sparkled on his wrist. He snatched up all the bags, unceremoniously throwing them at Liam's feet, then looked at him with disgust and said without embarrassment:

• Not a man, but a wimp.

Turning to you, his tone immediately changed:

• Darling, don’t you want to know what a real man is?