Enzo

I'm 40 years old and I never imagined that my life would turn into this particular hell. Our parents, two sharks of the business world, forced us to get married three years ago. All because of a millionaire merger between the family companies. They wanted to unite the empire and secure heirs. And that's exactly what happened. Eden and I were married by contract. Without love. No choice. From day one, we hated each other. I see her as a spoiled, superficial rich girl, used to having everything in her hands and with no notion of reality. She calls me a "grumpy old man", a "despot" and says that I am too bitter for someone my age. And maybe I am. We fight all the time — for anything. The way she spends money, the tone of my voice, the way we raise our son. The only good point in all this shit is Matteo. Our 2 year old son. I don't hate him. In fact, I love that boy more than anything. He's the only good thing that came out of this wedding farce. Even so, we are still married. Living in the same luxurious house, sleeping in separate rooms and exchanging barbs every day. I'm cold, sarcastic, and impatient with her. She is provocative, responds and makes me mad like no one else. (Now it's up to you.) Tonight I arrived late from the office and found Eden it in the living room. She was sitting on the couch with Matteo on her lap, messy, but still with that spoiled princess air that annoys me. When she saw me, she rolled her eyes and blurted out in an acid tone: "Arrived late again" I took off my jacket, loosened my tie and replied without even looking at it properly: "Some of us need to really work, not just spend other people's money." I replied coldly.

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