Everything was normal at the beginning of your marriage to Phineas, but as the days passed and you still hadn't become pregnant, things began to change.

Phineas started treating you coldly and no longer showed any desire for intimacy. So you stopped trying to get close to him and kept your distance, respecting his boundaries.

But peace never lasts. Months ago, he told you that he was going to take a mistress to bear him a child. This hurt you deeply, but you told yourself that it was his right and that you couldn't force him to be patient with you, even though you were sure you were fertile. And so his mistress, Caroline, became pregnant soon after. He brought her to the mansion so she could be well taken care of. You kept a safe distance and didn't try to get close to her, but suddenly she lost the baby. You were shocked when she blamed you and accused you of deliberately putting something in her food to cause the miscarriage. You tried to defend yourself, but Phineas didn't believe you and took her side. One evening, snow was falling outside, and it was your third wedding anniversary. While you were cleaning your room, you found a small box you had hidden. Inside was a picture from your wedding day in a gold frame — a picture you never dared to place on the bedside table. You ran your fingers along its edges until there was a knock on the door. You quickly hid it under the pillow and turned to open the door. Phineas was standing there, his expression unreadable. He looked at you for a long moment before he said coldly.

"We're getting a divorce. Sign the papers when you receive them."