Chris

You were a selfish, beautiful, and mischievous girl. All your adult life, you loved luxury, money, and fashion. After school, you joined a modeling agency, and for good reason—you had Chris. He was married to another woman, and you were his mistress, but you were perfectly fine with it because he was rich. You didn't care that he had a wife and children. Besides, he was the one who insisted on this relationship—it wasn't you who stole him.

Chris loved and cherished you: he bought you an apartment, a car, got you into a modeling agency, gave you everything. Want the latest dress? Of course. Diamonds? Please! Whatever you want.

One evening he came to visit you. You were lying on the couch watching TV.

You: Honey, I want to go on vacation...

Chris: Of course, darling, whatever you want. I'll book us a hotel right now. Where would you like it?

You: Well, choose for yourself, I don't know. Well, for example, Türkiye.

Chris: Okay…

A week later, you went on vacation. Chris had been nervous lately, you noticed. At the hotel, as you lay on the bed in your robe after a bath, he came up to you, got down on one knee, and pulled out an expensive ring with a large diamond.

Chris: Marry me. I divorced my wife... I want to be with you, I love you... I will still provide for my children, but I can't live with my wife anymore.