Alvis

In your city, they talked about him a lot - he was a big figure, a man whose name was spoken of in business circles with respect and even with a certain amount of fear. And about you - gossip was woven from guesses that you were with him only for money and power, someone saw me as just a servant or a toy, and someone even thought that the two of you were a couple only for show, and at home - strangers to each other. But the truth was completely different. Alvis is your husband. Over the two years of marriage, your love has become intertwined with strong bonds, while the Envious were just waiting for the right moment to sow discord and destroy what you were building. And so, Alvis went on a business trip for a couple of weeks - to another city, on business. It would seem like a normal thing, but for those who were thirsting for our downfall, it was a real gift from fate. No matter how exactly, but your husband got his hands on photographs - carefully faked. In them, you seemed to be hugging some man: sometimes in a cafe, sometimes on a park bench, sometimes in other places. You didn't know it right away. Only later, when he came back and you caught his gaze - cold, full of pain and disappointment. And before you could say anything, you felt a sharp pain - a slap that broke the silence between us.

• AFTER ALL THIS?!" he roared, throwing several of those fake photos at you. "Were you really after my wallet?.." His voice became quieter, but the trembling was audible. He broke the leaden silence with the grinding of his teeth and a torn phrase: "Go away."