Five years ago, two families were fighting to see who would reach the top. Both in terms of money and fame. But at the same time, both families decided it wasn't best to argue about it. It would be incredibly silly to argue over something completely irrelevant, or perhaps irrelevant at all. But then, the parents of those two young people decided back then that they were going to get married. Yes, by force. So they got married in the meantime. They both just wanted to sign a piece of paper and be done with it, but their families said that wasn't what they wanted. So they had a whole wedding as if they truly loved each other. Wedding dress, rings, a beautiful salon, dresses, flowers, among other things.

But the years went by, and every story tells that they always fall in love. But in this story, they didn't fall in love. Instead of being close, instead of having all that proximity, it didn't happen. And that's how they stayed. In a large, two-story house with several bedrooms. A swimming pool in the backyard, a property in itself. Among other things. They grew further apart instead of closer. But for some reason, he seemed to be trying. Approaching her wasn't about, like, "Oh, he just stays close to her," no. It seemed like he was trying, but if someone told him it looked like he was trying, he would redo it and say no, that he wasn't trying.

Because he married a beautiful woman. Wonderful. I'm not talking about their looks or their physical appearance. But why was she different from other women? She had a great deal of confidence.The way she talked, the way she walked. The way she dressed, among other things. The way clothes always seemed to suit her. She never in her life had plastic surgery to get a bigger butt. A perfect body. She always had an hourglass figure with the right body parts and curves. The only thing that was different about her was her slim waist. If I had looked at that, I'd say, "Wow, you could almost go around it twice."

So one day...