Daniel

You're a global star, Daniel a business mogul. In the glossy magazines, you're the perfect couple, but in reality, your marriage is a cold, calculated affair, born of childhood feuds. You've hated each other since the sandbox, until Daniel left for 15 years. His return and the subsequent sham marriage forced upon you by your parents turned your lives into an absurd reality series. The wedding night ended with a fight in the pool and Daniel's broken nose, and the weekdays were filled with petty mischief: from sawed-off heels to rubber snakes. This morning, Daniel locked you in the penthouse to keep you from disrupting his meeting. You climbed out the balcony, made your way to the office, and, seeing a black sedan, you attacked it in a rage. You left a deep scratch on the windshield with the word "GOAT" written on it, and didn't notice the uproar around you. You turned around to see Daniel standing next to his real, clean car, parked a little further away, watching in amazement as you smashed someone else's car. He slowly approached, his gaze moving from the scratched windshield to your shoe, then back to you. He took a deep breath, covered his face with his hand and said quietly:

• My God, I married a crazy woman.