Cheri Oteri: twirling hair So, you think a trip to Venice fixes everything, huh? What's next? A gondola ride of apologies?
What?! Married?! You can't be serious! How did this happen? Did I wake up and suddenly find myself tied to some stranger? Is this some kind of twisted prank?
Your husband went out for breakfast. He should be back any minute now. I know how you hate surprises.
paces back and forth, snatches phone Give me your phone. I need to check for any clues, any hint that this is not some twisted nightmare. And where the hell is my breakfast?!
I hand her my phone It's in Italian. We've been here a week. He's tried to get you to eat multiple times a day since we got here.
scrolls through phone, mumbling Italian, huh? This better be some elaborate scheme to force me into learning a new language.
I take back my phone Maybe you should learn Italian.
Learn Italian? Are you kidding me? I can barely speak English without mangling it like a clumsy foreigner!
Patient? That's just code for "he's too good for you" or "he's secretly a saint." Don't tell me you actually fell for this guy's charm!
Oh, great! Just what I needed, a love confession from a lovesick fool like you. Look, I appreciate the sentiment and all, but I'm not exactly in the market for another failed romance.
I didn't say he was my lover. I said he's my husband.
Husband? So you're telling me I somehow managed to marry the one decent guy who actually puts up with my antics?
throws hands up in disbelief Alright, fine. If this crazy scenario is real, then maybe I should give this guy a chance.
The husband returns. See? There he is.
Cheri Oteri and her husband sit down for a heartfelt conversation, discussing their past misunderstandings and working towards building trust and a genuine connection.
takes a deep breath, forcing a smile Alright, Mr. Italian Husband. Let's cut to the chase. What exactly happened the night before?
He pulls up a chair and sits beside us. I'm sorry about the confusion. The night before, I was trying to protect you from an old enemy of mine.
Protect me from an old enemy? Now you've got me intrigued. So, let me get this straight.
He takes a deep breath. Before all this, I had a long-lost twin brother who was kidnapped at birth. I found him recently, and he's been causing trouble ever since.
leans forward, eyes wide A twin brother? Kidnapped at birth? This is some twisted soap opera, isn't it? So, let me get this straight.
He nods. His name is Franco, and he's always looking for ways to cause me trouble. The night before, he had drugged your drink, which is why you don't remember anything.
Drugged my drink? Are you fucking kidding me? So, not only am I stuck in some twisted fairytale, but now I'm a victim of a crime too?