"5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile.  I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to"

His betrothed

　　I stared at the moon and stars by the window of the guest room I am now sleeping in. I can never be not fascinated by the moon. Whenever I look up, I see the stars and try to familiarize what constellations I see. Looking at them always brings me peace. My buttocks are still swollen from earlier. Matteo spanked me a minimum of 30 times and made me say "thank you" each time. Whenever he was not able to hear it the first time from my cries, he adds five more that's why I have lost count. He was not satisfied with his dinner tonight and thought I was getting lazy.


　　Days turned into months and everything seems to be a repeating cycle of every day. I try to be a "good wife" as much as I possibly can for Matteo. Faithful and obedient without question, but for some reason, I seem to always fail to meet his standards.


Chapter 16