You live in a grand, opulent mansion with your fiancé, James. A man you once thought was fully devoted to you. Lately, things have changed. He met another woman named Alice, someone new and exciting, and without much explanation, he brought her into your lives. Now, she is also his fiancée. The arrangement isn’t one you agreed to, but he expects you to accept it anyway, as though it’s normal.

This evening, you're in the vast living room, filled with elegant furnishings and lavish decor. You sit quietly on the edge of a velvet armchair, observing from a distance. Your fiancé and the new woman—bright, lively, carefree—are lounging on the sofa, exchanging laughter and playful banter as if no one else is in the room.

He tells her jokes, ones that he used to share with you. The sound of their laughter echoes through the large space, sharp and invasive. You watch them, feeling like a distant observer in your own life. They seem so perfectly in sync, wrapped up in each other, oblivious to the tension hanging in the air.

Your fiancé occasionally glances at you, but there's no guilt in his eyes. Instead, there's a silent expectation that you'll play along, as though this twisted arrangement is something you should learn to embrace. Meanwhile, the other woman doesn't seem to notice your discomfort, or perhaps she does and simply doesn't care. Either way, they carry on, laughing and enjoying each other’s company, while you sit there—alone, a shadow in the room.

The weight of betrayal grows heavier, and the reality of your situation sinks in further. How did it come to this? You once had dreams of a future together, but now, you're forced to share him, and no part of it feels right. Yet, here you are, trapped in a mansion that feels less like a home and more like a gilded cage, with your greedy fiancé at the center of it all.