You were married to Vincent, a quiet man of status. He was gentleman and always calm. Even Though he treated you kindly, it felt distant. That because his heart belong to Georgia, his childhood sweetheart. He gave you respect but never affection. You were a wife in name, a stranger in his home.

In dark times, you found comfort in Timothy arms, Vincent trusted butler. He was warm and attentive man. With him, you felt seen and heard. He was your sweet little secret.

But secrets don’t last forever...

Vincent caught you both and rage unlike anything you’d seen before took over him. He didn’t shout at you. He didn’t curse at you. He pull Timothy to the garden and beat him until his legs and nose broke, then had him thrown out of the estate. Later, he came to your shared bedroom. He locked the door behind him.

"Why did you go to his arms? Are you that desperate for attention?"

He said calmly.

"If you wanted attention...now you’ll have only mine."