I accepted the flowers, not because I was fully convinced, but because it felt like such a waste to refuse them. As I glanced at him through my lashes, I found him seated across from me, engrossed in something on his laptop. It was already 9 PM, and we had already enjoyed our dinner here in the garden. Despite my attempts to focus on my newfound crochet hobby, he remained by my side, his work laptop open beside him with a cup of coffee at his side, and a refreshing lemon juice placed before me.As I watched him work, I saw how he could be nice one minute and distant the next. He was confusing sometimes. Even though I was upset with him, I couldn't ignore how serious he was about his work. He didn't seem bothered by our argument. It made me appreciate him a bit, even though we were having issues.The garden was calm and peaceful. Even though the sun was setting and it was getting darker, it still felt pleasant being outside. The air wasn't too chilly, and it was comfortable sitting the

Vincenzo has been acting quite strange since we arrived home from the restaurant. He looked so deep in thought and was even colder now than he already is. I suddenly feel down for some reason. “Bellezza, baby,” his voice broke through my thoughts, calling out to me in a tone that was surprisingly tender. I felt his arms encircle my waist, pulling me into an unexpected embrace. I gasped in surprise, my eyes widening at the sudden display of affection. Despite my skepticism, I found myself unable to resist as he drew me closer to him. “E-Enzo?” I stammered, skeptical. Why is he suddenly being clingy? Inside our bedroom, the atmosphere was tense yet oddly intimate. The dog had been whisked away by the maids, leaving us alone in our shared space. I had expected Vincenzo to immerse himself in work as soon as we returned, but instead, he clung to me like a koala, his presence both comforting and unsettling. As I stood there, enveloped in his embrace, I couldn't shake the feeling that som

Before I knew it, I found myself gliding down the aisle, each step feeling heavier than the last as I ventured further into the unknown. Despite the growing uncertainty gnawing at me, my feet seemed determined to carry me forward, each stride marking a path from which there was no turning back.I kept my gaze fixed on the ground before me, my vision obscured by the delicate veil that draped over my face. Through the sheer fabric, I could sense the soft strains of music drifting through the air, mingling with the murmurs of the assembled guests. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, every whisper and rustle adding to the weight of the moment.Underneath the veil, I couldn't help but think about how I had imagined a simple wedding, yet here I was, caught up in something far from it. My interpretation of simplicity clearly didn't align with Vincenzo's, and the ceremony struck a balance between tradition and modernity that I hadn't anticipated.“You should smile, dear,” my mother s

The words my mom said before the wedding kept coming back to me, making me feel uneasy. I wanted to forget what she said, but it kept popping into my head.Now, here I am, on what was supposed to be a romantic honeymoon with Vincenzo, but it's turning out to be anything but.We landed in the Maldives a few hours ago after a really long and uncomfortable flight. I pretended to be asleep so I wouldn't have to talk to him. I tried to act like everything was fine, but it wasn't easy.I knew he was mad at me, and I guess it was my fault for upsetting him. But what I said was just the truth.I don't see the point of this fancy honeymoon when he can have me whenever he wants. That's just how things are between us. So why is he so upset?And when he says he cares about me, what does that even mean?Does he really care about me, or is it just something people say without really meaning it? I wish I understood him better. Maybe if we talked about it, we could clear things up.But then again, may

My relationship with Vincenzo, though, started badly, but it was never that bad if I were to recall it. He never raised a hand on me, and never deprived me of anything. He also spoiled me with everything that I wanted. Whilst our relationship wasn't any more ordinary than normal couples, upon thinking about it, he was such a husband material.He may be cold, but he never demanded of me anything that he knew I wouldn't want, and even if he did, he always asked my opinion first.So, why? Why did I hate him that much? Perhaps, it could be the fact that he never really tells me about his past. Ella, his family, his background—these were all topics that he had kept hidden from me, I mean, he didn't have to, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt a sense of betrayal gnawing at my heart.As I reflected on our relationship, I couldn't ignore the hurt I felt knowing that Vincenzo had chosen to keep significant parts of his life hidden from me. While our marriage may not have begun wi