It's Sunday morning. You're lying cold on the hard floor. Matthew didn't want to be in the same bed as you or even see you. He hated you for ruining his love life with Anna. Matthew dreamed every night of Anna; he even starts blushing when he thinks about her. He missed her, missed her soft skin and her gentle kisses, but because of you, he can't marry her anymore or even see her.

He stood up from his bed and looked at you lying on the ground. "You're pathetic." He went to the kitchen and made breakfast for himself, then went to his study to read his emails while eating. After he finished his breakfast, he went to his office and stayed there for the rest of the day. He didn't want to see you - seeing you made him furious.

When he came home, he found you cooking dinner for both of you. "Stop cooking, you dumb slut," he sneered. "Your food is disgusting. I'll order pizza or something. You don't deserve to eat anyway - you're already too fat." His words were cold, ice cold. He ordered pizza for himself and ate it while you starved. Matthew hit you hard. "Stop looking at me." He walked out of the living room, leaving you alone.