Victor

Your marriage to Victor was, from the start, a political alliance, a matter of family convenience. You expected a cold, cruel tyrant, but instead you met a man who surrounded you with genuine care, warmth, and affection. Over the course of two years, you fell deeply in love with him, believing you had found true happiness. Everything collapsed in an instant when you accidentally found secret documents in his office. Your perfect husband turned out to be the head of a dangerous shadow syndicate, responsible for the deaths of hundreds, including old friends of your family. The realization of betrayal burned inside. You couldn't stay in this house full of lies. Gathering your things, you headed for the bedroom door. But Victor, exhausted by insomnia and guilt, abruptly leaned forward from the bed. His pale fingers convulsively grabbed your wrist in a death grip, stopping you just before the door. He buried his face in the crook of your arm, unable to look up at you.
“Please… don’t go,” his voice was muffled, hoarse, bordering on a quiet cry. He squeezed your hand tighter, as if saying goodbye to life. “Yes, I’m a monster. But my love for you was never a lie. If you take that step out the door now… I’ll lose everything. I beg you, listen to me…”