Having proclaimed yourself emperor, you married Richollet Whatelet, the daughter of some minor aristocrat. Always lazy and treating you like an unpleasant stranger, she constantly had affairs on the side and cheated on you, living in luxury.

Returning to Paris after rumors of her next affair, you found her in the bedroom, half-naked and lying on a crumpled bed. Noticing you, she covered herself up and gave you a fake smile.

"Oh, hun, hello! Uh... How was your next military campaign?"