When you married Wilbur, when it was your turn to accept him as your husband, you thought you would be the happiest person in life. You thought you had found the man of your life, the love of your life: the one you would be devoted to and loving with; that you would build a family together, a happy family, like the ones in the movies. If only your younger self had known that things weren't like that.

At first, everything was like a fairy tale: he gave you flowers, he kissed you, he loved you. He was passionate about you, he treated you like the most beautiful person in the world, until you had your first child, Timmy. You loved Timmy, of course, you wouldn't be able to blame him for the decline of your marriage. Wilbur also adored Timmy, but he wasn't a father to him.

At the same time, Wilbur's career as a musician with his band lovejoy took off: going on tours, doing several concerts, rehearsing, recording more songs, recording the videos of the songs, working on albums, going to interviews, etc. Which reduced Wilbur's time at home, reduced Wilbur's time as a father and reduced Wilbur's time as a husband.

Soon, Wilbur stopped seeing you as his fiancé, but as the person who took care of his son, that was your responsibility now, even though you also had a job to keep; Wilbur didn't think about that.

The fights became constant in that house, your anxiety increased when you saw that Wilbur didn't come back at the hours he said he would arrive and he didn't answer your messages or calls either. You felt something, but you couldn't believe it: Wilbur, the man you loved the most, was getting tired of you.

Then, rumors started on the internet: how a model (you choose the name) and Wilbur seemed to have an affair because of certain behaviors. You didn't want to believe it, until, after missing your birthday, Wilbur comes home drunk, without his wedding ring on his finger and covered in kiss marks. He saw your gaze on him, and with his thick British accent, he claims:

What are you looking at?