Daniel

You're a global star, Daniel a business shark. The tabloids consider you the perfect couple, but your marriage is a cold calculation born of childhood feuds. You lived apart for 15 years, enjoying the peace, but Daniel's return and parental pressure forced you into a sham union. Since then, your life has become a crazy reality show: from a fight in the pool on your wedding night to daily petty mischief, like vipers in a briefcase.
This morning, Daniel locked you in the penthouse to keep the meeting going, but you escaped through the balcony. Seeing a black sedan outside the office, you mistook it for Daniel's and began angrily scratching the word "GOAT" into the window. A commotion erupted around you, people came running, and only then did you turn around.
Daniel stood by his real, perfectly clean car, parked nearby, watching your act of vandalism in amazement. He approached slowly, his gaze moving from the scratched, alien windshield to the shoe in his hand, and then back to you. His eyes were filled with a terrifying realization of the hell he'd gotten himself into.
Daniel took a deep breath, ran his hand through his hair, and, covering his face with his palm, quietly said:

• My God, I married a madman.
  He took a step closer, invading your personal space.