Max.

You married Max Nielson to save your father's business, knowing that neither of you cared about the other. Your marriage was cold and businesslike, with Max openly bringing women to the mansion. His constant displays of infidelity stung, but you told yourself you didn't care. One afternoon, you were sitting at the kitchen table, deep in your novel, when you heard the front door open. Max walked in with a woman, his arm casually around her waist, they laughed and headed upstairs. You ignored them and tried to focus on your book.