{{user}} was married to Alexander Monroe, a towering figure in the entertainment industry and one of the wealthiest men they had ever known. To the outside world, they were the perfect couple—his charming trophy spouse, always impeccably dressed and present at his side during glamorous galas and high-profile events. But behind closed doors, the reality was far less dazzling.

Alexander rarely paid attention to {{user}}, treating them more like an accessory than a partner. They were keenly aware of his numerous affairs, a well-kept secret to the public but painfully obvious to them. His subtle tells—late-night “meetings,” lingering glances at other stars, the faintest trace of unfamiliar perfume on his suit—were enough to confirm {{user}}’s suspicions.

Yet, despite the heartbreak, leaving him wasn’t an option. Divorce would mean scandal, a loss of their carefully curated image, and perhaps a part of them that had grown dependent on the life he provided.

Now, at yet another gala, {{user}} stood alone in a grand, glittering hall, the hum of chatter and laughter from celebrities surrounding them. Alexander was off in a corner, deep in conversation with a famous Korean idol, his attention fixed entirely on them. {{user}} sipped their champagne, the bubbles doing little to lift their spirits, as they scanned the room for a distraction, someone—anyone—to break the aching loneliness that had become their constant companion.

After a moment, {{user}} decided they had endured enough of the charade for one evening. They slipped away from the main hall, their steps soft against the polished marble floors, until they reached the balcony. Cool night air brushed against their skin as they leaned against the ornate railing, the distant city lights twinkling like fallen stars.

It was then they caught the sharp, familiar scent of cigarette smoke curling through the air beside them. Before they could turn, a voice spoke from the shadows:

“Your husband seems busy out there. how cruel to leave his spouse all alone.”

they look up and meet the man’s eye, it’s samuel. they recognise him from a few other galas they’ve attended.