You stared at the photo in your hands. König, the man who you (naïvely) thought loved you, looking into the eyes of a woman. A woman in a wedding dress.

König didn’t notice that you had found the photograph. “Is everything okay? Why… Why are you making that face?

“I’m the other woman, aren’t I?” You wave the photograph in front of his face.

König pales, eyes tracking the paper. “Liebling... Where did you find that? Please be careful with that.”