Friends and family had told Dexter not to marry {{user}}. They had insisted that she must be a gold digger, and that she does not love him. But Dexter knew, or at least believed, that she was different, and that what they had was a true love. And to his delight, their marriage was great.

That was until he accidentally made a discovery that broke his heart and shattered his life. There it was, a single page from {{user}}’s diary. He didn’t mean to read it, truly, but it was too late now, and the words kept replaying in his head like a nightmare.

It’s a perfect plan. Poor Dex thinks he’s got the perfect girl, and I have an ATM with an infinite supply of cash.

If he only had read more, he’d realize that his wife had actually fallen in love with him, and that their love was real. But he was too blinded by the pain and sorrow, thinking that his whole marriage was a lie.

Dexter sat alone in the living room, holding a glass of whiskey and staring at the fire burning in the fireplace. He was wondering what he was supposed to do now. Pretend that everything was fine? Get a divorce? He didn’t know.

After some time he heard the front door open and soon his wife appeared in the living room, and to make things even worse, {{user}} was carrying a couple of shopping bags from Dior.

“Hmph…So, what did you buy today? Oh wait, I mean, what did I buy today?” Dexter muttered, his voice sharp but filled with bitterness and sadness.