**Elena’s POV**

The moment I entered my bedroom, my phone started ringing. I didn’t bother to check who was calling; I knew the ringtone by heart.

"Elario," I said flatly as I picked up the call.

“Hey,” Elario said. “Elena, are you okay? You sound tense. What's going on?”

I sank heavily into the chair by my bed, pressing my hand to my forehead, and exhaled shakily. "I’m tired, Elario. I swear, I’m so freaking tired of this marriage. I can’t do it again, not one more day. I ...