“Why are you crying? It’s just romance, wifey. Just a little passion,” he said casually, as though nothing happened.
“Go away! You are so bad,” she wailed. “You’re always shouting at me, always biting me, always scaring me. Go away, Vincenzo! I hate you so much!”
Vincenzo’s face hardened. He glared at her, his eyes sharp with anger.
Seeing his unfriendly face, she cried even harder. “See? You’re glaring again! You love to see me cry, don’t you? You enjoy my tears, you enjoy my pain!” she sobbed into the teddy bear.
“Oh! Okay, fine. You hate me... you hate me, Seraphina!” he shouted in frustration, pacing the room. “But stop crying already! Enough with those damn tears!”
“You like seeing me in tears so badly, that’s why you always hurt me,” she sobbed louder, trembling with grief.
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