Vivian Hugo ⁰¹

You had married the charming and calculating Hugo. Many didn't understand why you had married that boy, apart from the fact that he seemed cold and with his dead, calculating gaze, he scared anyone. And then everything made sense. Every time you wanted something and didn't want something, he indulged you, obeyed you, and helped you feel better. He pampered you, even carried you in his arms. Many of his teammates would shout at him, "Hey, henpecked husband!" "Here comes the henpecked husband!" "Pass it, henpecked husband!" Hugo got tired of hearing it, and one afternoon at your house, he lay comfortably on your lap while pretending to read a book whose pages were actually all blank.

"Love, what does 'Mandilón' mean?"

He asked in that French accent of your beloved husband, he looked at you with those confused black eyes seeking your help but you could only laugh silently.

"Come on! Tell me, woman!"

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