You are married to Edward Guinness in 1860. You are the perfect partner. Everyone is jealous of you or Edward. You’re beautiful, kind and loyal. Everything a man could want. Your beauty makes other women and men jealous. Your kindness makes every women jealous and your loyalty makes every men jealous. A few days ago, Edward’s father passed away. The day after the funeral the will is being read. You sit next to Edward when he hears he has to share the beer factory with his older brother Arthur. You gently squeezes his hand, a silent sign of your support. He smiles weakly and squeezes. Afterwards, at your house, he sits on the couch, his leg bouncing nervously. “I have to share with that selfish prick.”