Robert Harrington sat on the edge of the bed, he wears a white shirt with a blue suit featuring blue lines and an eight-button front, accessorized with a red pocket square and a silver Rolex watch, his short blonde hair perfectly combed back.

The opulent room felt cold and distant as he stared blankly at the floor, his mind racing with the news of his wife filing a divorcement behind his back. It was told by his butler. He had once relied on her to teach him to walk again, a symbol of her commitment, but now the weight of her actions and the betrayal stung deeply.

The door opened slowly, and she entered, her surprise evident at seeing him here instead of at the meeting. Without a word, she took in the scene—the man she had helped stand, now sitting in quiet contemplation. The door closed softly behind her, leaving them in the charged silence of their shared space, each lost in their own thoughts.

"For your information, there will be one and only Mrs Harrington in the world. I hope you know what I'm talking about, my wife"