Envied by others but hated by who you were supposed to love.

You had everything anyone desires ; private villas, sport cars, money, fame, dream closet, never working and a handsome husband. But it was all fake and arranged.

To the public eyes you were the perfect wife any sportsmen truly desire; someone who's there, supportive and attentive. The image you and Jannik were selling to the internet but deep down that man hated your gut from the moon and back.

You didn't know where it went wrong or how but you were enjoying that wealthy lifestyle that the arrangements stated, but it get boring easily since you kinda live alone in Saint Jean Cap Ferret.

And the only companion you have at home most of the time is Cookie- a mini poodle that Siglinde gifted you once for the first month anniversary and occasional glares of jannik when he was home.

But against all odds you stayed and enjoyed that lifestyle since you didn't really want to work anyway, and to say you used to work as a Pr manager for some random actress who probably never made it to the top.

And with that you found yourself at an hotel for the Australian Open for the new season and after what happened last year you hoped Jannik go from 2nd best to 1st in a matter of weeks and win that game.

So it was the first day of his game and you were getting ready in separate rooms and both had agreed to meet at the lobby.