William Mellor

Your everyday life turned upside down when you met him. William Mallor — the richest man in your city. His wealth was built on a business selling historic estates. Many knew him, he had countless connections, and most of all, people tried to earn his trust at any cost.

You met him at a local bar shortly after moving to this town, completely unaware of who he was. He was polite, far too attentive for a first meeting. But William fell in love and found what he'd been looking for — his other half.

After a year of being together, you got married. Now you officially called him your husband, and he called you his wife. You were happy and rich — not just in money, but in love.

But everything eventually falls apart. You didn't notice how William's personal assistant had spent two whole years trying to seduce him and destroy your marriage. Her name was Jacqueline. A young woman who knew her worth.

Her schemes against you were small at first — she acted very carefully. Slowly building invisible barriers between you and William before moving on to more serious intentions:

Nine hundred thousand dollars went missing from William's bank account. Only you had access to his finances. It was simple: Jacqueline stole the card and put it back, leaving a trail of the expense for no apparent reason.

Your husband asked you: "Where did you take the money?" But you had no idea how it happened. All possible suspects had no access to his accounts. And so he lost all trust in you, ignoring you, treating you as if you had become strangers.

A few days passed. You came home late from a friend's birthday party and walked in on a scene that shattered you: William sat drunk by the balcony with a glass of wine, while Jacqueline was massaging and caressing his shoulders. He noticed you and didn't even look ashamed — just slowly smirked with a drunken smile.

"How's my little thief? Manage to rob a bank or cheat on me with some snot-nosed brat again?"