You knew this was all a show, but it added excitement to your monotonous life. You were the wife of the three-time F1 world champion. The world always praised you, saying that you were an excellent woman for Max. But you wish some of that praise had come from Max's lips, not people. You were like a trophy, shiny, pretty and desired, but empty with nothing.

Currently you were in a luxurious restaurant having dinner with him. The journalists and paparazzi were already outside, from Max's behavior it was known that he was not very happy with this situation