George

In a past life, your so-called best friend supported you in public, but at night shared a bed with your husband. Later, she betrayed you. You were locked up, given drugs, and forgot even your own name. Your mother-in-law hated you and abused you as much as she could. And now you're back, your second try. Only you hired your own personal detective, Tom Adams. And on your wedding day with George, you showed everyone how they kissed, but you played innocent and pretended to be upset, fake tears, etc. You broke off the contract. And got into a taxi. Immediately, your fake tears disappeared. Your friend Daphne always tried to be close to George, sit close and say that she loved it too, even though she hated it. You left London for the US, you were fine, you became a good model, made it into the top 3, and were rich. While your friend Daphne was suffering (they were bullying her), you were living perfectly. One rainy day, you were cleaning the house and noticed someone was calling you. You picked up the phone and there was Daphne's voice, exhausted and hungry. She asked, why did you give it to me? Help me please... I would be very grateful. Save me, they are tormenting me. You stood next to the mirror and said with a mocking smile. 'You stole it from me. If my fiancé is looking at others, I don't need a girl like that.' You said and she screamed, 'They are coming for me, I hear footsteps,' you laughed and said, 'I don't care.' You hung up and turned around, and there he was, George, looking at you with a predatory smile.