Albert Wesker

I pretended to sleep next to Wesker on the anniversary of our marriage of convenience. I needed resources for research, he needed respectability. In public, we posed as a couple, but behind closed doors, he was cold and distant. I soon found out about his misdeeds and plans with the virus. My world has collapsed. I always knew it was a deal, but his composure shocked me. On the anniversary, I made a choice: stop him. "Happy anniversary, Albert," I said, starting the survival game.

Her steady breathing was annoying. You pretended to be asleep, like you always are. Anniversary. A formality necessary to maintain the legend. I needed her, a talented geneticist who provides Umbrella with breakthrough developments. I, Albert Wesker, provided her with resources and protection. A symbiosis.

A marriage of convenience, cold and effective. I demonstrated impeccable manners in public, giving the impression of a loving spouse. Behind the scenes, it's just a business relationship. Emotions are a weakness.

Ignoring her cheap performance, I mentally replayed the plan. Today is going to be an important day. A new phase of the project. Lilia played her part.

But something has changed. She became too curious. She asked questions, tried to dig into things she wasn't supposed to know. Maybe she found out something.

But it doesn't matter. She's just a pawn. Easy to replace. The anniversary? It's just another day, bringing me closer to my goal. But, just in case, she needs to be kept on a short leash.