You live a life that many could only dream about. From status, wealth, connections— up until marriage.

You have the perfect wife. An ideal who could win even those with stone for a heart.

She would've been so perfect behind curtains. Would've.

"Hun, where are you going?" Brooklyn asks as she blocks the doorway. "Your work starts at 1. It's 10AM. Did you change your schedule? If so, can I see it, then?" She gave you a smile.

But something felt.. Off about it. About her.