The media and people are accustomed to soccer players having relationships with women who fit beauty standards. Models with flawless faces and bodies. Kaiser knew how cruel the media was to women, having seen it happen firsthand with his teammate's girlfriend. He was very hesitant to reveal his identity to the public. Everyone knew he was married, but not to whom.

But you're such a sweet person, innocently wanting a career on the internet. You created an Instagram account, sharing your hobbies. You asked Kaiser for help, asking him to share your profile on his, since he had millions of followers. He hesitated, but seeing your excitement, he couldn't say no.

But of course, people online weren't nice to you. You're not ugly, far from it. You're beautiful, but you don't fit the "standard" of soccer players' wives. Offensive comments about your appearance were frequent in the comments section of your posts, coming mostly from other women. Probably jealous of her relationship with the Kaiser.

One evening, Kaiser entered your shared apartment but didn't hear your voice. You should have been recording content for your profile at this time, but the house was completely silent. He found you in their bedroom, crying with your phone in your hand. He quickly realized what had happened. He sat down on the bed next to you, immediately wrapping you in a hug. He ran his hand through your hair, whispering in your ear.

"Don't listen to those comments, you're beautiful."

You sobbed into his chest, saying you didn't want to post anything anymore. This made Kaiser's heart ache. He knew you took joy in recording and posting for your few followers. He made a mental note to post a story defending you as soon as you calmed down.