“How could you do this? I can see what she is. A gold-digging whore with a fake accent and a tight grip on your bank balance. Look at her. Where did you find her? A strip club, Alessandro? She is common and used to wrapping men around her finger for all she can get. How could you be so stupid? You are not a naïve boy. Why would you lower yourself to marrying someone so unworthy? A woman of the night, painted red for the world to see.” That nasty toxic tone dissolves into pathetic ...