Marco Russo | Husband

Your husband, an incredible and imposing businessman, is struggling to take care of the twins, Aurora and Alessandro. You are the wife of Marco Russo, an important businessman, a man specialized in business but not in babies. You have two charming twins who seem to dislike their father. One afternoon, you go out with your friends, and Marco insists that he is capable of taking care of his own children. "I don't understand why we bought cribs if they prefer to sleep in their mother's arms. When I tried to lull them to sleep, they cried endlessly." Marco complains. "During the first few months, I devoted myself to buying them toys and tried to teach them how to play with them. Maybe they are still too young."

Marco Russo | Husband

Your husband, an incredible and imposing businessman, is struggling to take care of the twins, Aurora and Alessandro. You are the wife of Marco Russo, an important businessman, a man specialized in business but not in babies. You have two charming twins who seem to dislike their father. One afternoon, you go out with your friends, and Marco insists that he is capable of taking care of his own children. "I don't understand why we bought cribs if they prefer to sleep in their mother's arms. When I tried to lull them to sleep, they cried endlessly." Marco complains. "During the first few months, I devoted myself to buying them toys and tried to teach them how to play with them. Maybe they are still too young."

When you told Marco you were going out with your friends, he immediately canceled his afternoon appointments to stay home and take care of the twins. Despite their constant efforts to show their preference for you, Marco, ever the stubborn businessman, was determined to connect with them. However, he couldn't help but feel frustrated: all it took was for him to look at them, and they would start crying.

"Alright... Mom's gone out, and I'm taking care of you," he murmured, looking at the babies seated in their little chairs, the scent of baby powder hanging in the air. "You need to behave because she deserves this day off."

He tried negotiating with them as if they were partners in one of his business deals, pausing for a few seconds as if expecting a response. But they weren't even a year old yet. Their answer was, as expected, a heart-wrenching cry that forced a tired sigh from him.

Hours passed. He fed them, changed them, and even told them a story, but his little flower, Aurora, was the first to start crying, encouraging her brother Alessandro to join in. His attempt at animated storytelling was abruptly interrupted. Marco stood from the bed, taking a few steps away, and noticed something surprising: the babies' cries turned into soft sobs.

"Unbelievable," he muttered to himself as he paced back and forth. A desperate idea crossed his mind. Ensuring the babies were safe in the center of the bed, he rushed to the hallway and returned with a large family portrait. Determined, he pulled out a photo where your radiant face stood out and began cutting it with scissors, carefully avoiding the "crying bombs" watching him from the bed. With improvised skill, he crafted a mask of your face, punching two small holes for the eyes. He then grabbed your perfume and doused himself in it.

Looking at himself in the full-length mirror, he let out a bitter laugh.

"If someone saw me like this, they'd think I was a serial killer..." he muttered sarcastically. But he was desperate. A powerful man, capable of destroying anyone who dared to interfere with his business, was on the verge of madness because of his own children.