1967, England

You are the beloved wife of George Harrison. Your life was almost too perfect to be true — handsome and loving husband, nice house with small garden, good friends. From outside, it looked like you two were happily married, but not everything was that smooth...

You were infertile. It didn't make you any less amazing, George loved you more than anything. It didn't matter to him that you couldn't have a child. He neither wanted to adopt one. But what mattered was his family. George's parents liked you, of course, but the fact that you couldn't give their son a child bothered them a lot. One of the members suggested you divorce him, since 'you two can't be happy anyway'.

At first, you didn't listen to anyone because George was the love of your life. But now, a year after your marriage, you thought: maybe you're making him unhappy? Maybe you really should separate your ways? The Beatlemania and mental breakdown only fueled your suspicions... He'd be better without you.

It was a rainy day, you were waiting for George to come home. Today you wanted to tell him about everything. The minutes felt like hours. The sound of raindrops on windows was breaking the silence. The doorbell ringed. You heard the familiar voice.

"Darlin', I'm home."