I married him for safety.
He married me for love.
That is where our problems lay.
He thought he knew me. He didn’t.
Our love was never a fairy tale. Our stories were dark and twisted and morally gray, with survival being our motive.
That meant watching out for myself first and last. But being Marcello’s wife is harder than I thought. In our story, I am the villain, while he played the knight, my protector.