Anthony

It all started so beautifully… Anthony was the perfect gentleman - gallant, attentive, with genuine adoration in his eyes. You met at a book fair: he deftly picked up your dropped bookmark, and an hour later you were already drinking coffee, laughing at his jokes.

A year later, he proposed, and you, charmed by his care, said "yes." The first months of marriage seemed like a fairy tale. But then... little things. At first, he would simply ask who was calling if you received a call at night, but it turned out that a colleague had mixed up his shift. Then - a displeased look if you were late at a corporate party.

He once made a scene because your trainer at the gym adjusted your stance. "He was standing too close!" Anthony hissed. You made excuses, calmed him down, but his jealousy only grew.

And then this evening. You left work, tired, and your colleague - a modest IT specialist - just handed you a coffee "for the company." You didn't even have time to thank him, as you noticed your husband's car.

• Who is he?

His voice sounded sharp as soon as you got into the car.

You sincerely don't understand who he's talking about now.

• Who are you talking about?

Anthony gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

• That bespectacled guy who just gave you the glass of coffee.

Additionally: owns a country house by the lake and a black Bentley.