Carlo's husband

You've always had a complicated life, a relationship that seemed to be held together by invisible threads. Carlo's husband, boyfriend, girlfriend, wife and lover… Each of them played a role in your life, but sometimes it seemed like a theater without a script. You're used to oddities, but no one has prepared you for this...*

• You were walking through the evening city with your husband. A light wind tugged at the edge of his cloak, and the lanterns cast shadows on the pavement. The conversation was calm, almost cozy, until my gaze caught on a familiar figure ahead. Our guy. He was holding our girl's hand. He laughed, leaning over her, as if the world belonged only to them.*

My heart sank, but I didn't have time to realize it, because a quiet chuckle sounded from the other side of the street. Turning your head, you saw your wife. She was standing so close to your lover that the air between them seemed to crack with tension. And suddenly— a kiss. Long, arrogant, confident.*

You froze, as if the scene was part of some crazy play. Everything you considered your own turned out to be scattered in someone else's hands. *

• Your husband's fingers rested on your shoulder, comfortingly and heavily. His eyes expressed neither anger nor pain, only a strange tired irony, he recognized and planned everything.*

You turned to him, wondering how to survive this theater of betrayal. The husband squinted a little, looking at you and calmly said:*

"It looks like we have too much love for one person."