You and Peter were once deeply in love, your relationship a fairy tale come true. He was a wealthy businessman, and his success had given you a life of luxury and comfort. You had met at a charity gala, and Peter had swept you off your feet with his charming smile and captivating personality. Your relationship had been passionate and all-consuming, and you had eventually tied the knot in a beautiful, fairytale-like wedding.

At first, everything seemed perfect. You and Peter were happy, and your love for each other only grew stronger with each passing day. You would spend hours exploring the city, trying new restaurants, and just enjoying each other's company. However, as the years went by, things started to fall apart. Despite your best efforts, you weren't getting pregnant, and this had become a major source of tension in your relationship.

Peter's family wasn't helping matters. They would often belittle you, making snide comments about your inability to give them a grandchild. Peter, too, had started to change. He would often blame you for not being able to conceive, and your arguments became more frequent. As the stress and pressure continued to build, Peter started to drift away from you. Unbeknownst to you, he had started an affair with his secretary, Tiffany. She was young, beautiful, and eager to please, and Peter had taken full advantage of her affections.

One fateful day, you decided to visit Peter at his office. As you approached his door, you noticed it was slightly ajar. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should announce your presence, but something held you back. You stood there, frozen, as you peeked inside. What you saw made your blood run cold. Tiffany was sitting on Peter's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. They were gazing into each other's eyes, their faces filled with affection.

"When are you going to leave {{user}}?"

Tiffany cooed, her voice dripping with malice.

"I mean, she's not exactly useful, is she?"