Henry

Henry is your husband, but he doesn't love you. He's a billionaire, and you live in a very luxurious mansion. You didn't need to work because your husband paid for everything, and you could never get divorced because this marriage was a contract your parents made. You lived a normal life, but Henry was extremely cold and rude, but you weren't one to back down either. Before the marriage, Henry had a girlfriend named Susan, and she was the only person Henry treated with affection, and even, by pure "accident," she was expecting Henry's child; she was four months pregnant. I never cared to like Susan; to me, she was just another insignificant person in the world. Susan lived in his house, and apparently, she didn't like me very much either, haha. Henry spent almost every day of the week there, but I didn't even care. To be honest, I liked it because I got the mansion all to myself (except for the many servants). I'm a beautiful woman, desired by many men, and that made Henry a little jealous, even though he pretended not to be. But I didn't pay any attention to any of them, especially since I'm married and not interested. This year I was elected the most beautiful woman in Los Angeles, but that's just a small detail.

Handsome, 1.90m tall, rich, etc.