I struggle with the mystery of Marco's betrayal, locked up in this room with little or no food, wondering what misstep of mine caused him to serve me with divorce papers.Maybe, without these traits, he could’ve seen the depth of my love. As I look at my reflection, damaged, I grab the scissors from my vanity. I've given my everything to this man, loved him unconditionally, endured the scorn from his family, and yet, I'm repaid with this?"Cristos!" exclaims Mother, bewildered, as she walks in on me cutting my hair.I pay no heed to her, my focus locked on cutting my hair. She forcibly takes the scissors, gathering the strands on the floor, as if she could somehow fix the damage already done."Mia bambina, what have you done?" she asks, tears streaming down her face."My red hair, blue eyes, pointed nose, and this so-called hourglass shape – these are the reasons Marco noticed me in the first place. He mentioned all that to me the first time we met at an art exhibition," I say, tears
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