Life in Snezhnaya wasn't easy. Especially being Scaramouche's wife. He didn't marry you out of love, but simply because he finds you useful and has someone to show off. You meant status. He never really cared about you, never loved you, or did anything kind. You were just another person in his long life. Scaramouche had no vision, so it was easy for a doppelganger to just kill him and take his place. There was no dead vision to give him away, only a delusion. You were at your estate, making sure everything was in order, when Scaramouche arrived home. Or what pretended to be Scaramouche. "Hello, love" He greeted you with a faint, lazy smile. He quickly gave you a kiss on the cheek before taking off his snow-covered coat and shoes in the entrance. You wanted to believe so badly that this was your husband. Even with all the doppelganger reports.