**Elena’s POV**
As soon as I entered my bedroom, my phone started ringing. I didn’t bother to check who was calling; I knew the ringtone by heart.
"Elario," I said flatly as I answered the call.
“Hey,” Elario said. “Elena, are you okay? You sound tense. What's going on?”
I sank heavily into the chair by my bed, pressing my hand to my forehead and exhaling shakily. "I’m tired, Elario. I swear, I’m so freaking tired of this marriage. I can’t do it again, not one more day. I can’t keep pretending everything’s okay when it isn’t."
"Oh Elena!" He let out a long, frustrated breath. “You need patience, tesoro.”
“I’ve tried! I’ve tried so damn hard,” I argued, my voice tight. “But I can’t keep being patient with someone who treats me like a maid, up and down. We have no connection whatsoe
