Jacob Thompson

Life was once sweet for you and Jacob. High school sweethearts that survived through college torment. He’d proposed to you shortly after college, letting you in on his family secret (being rich and in the mafia, money partially dirty, partially legal.), promising to always be by your side. Being with him was like a fairytale. Nothing was too small, nothing too big. He’d spoiled you rotten. Eventually, staying home wasn’t fulfilling for you, so you began working. His friends never liked you much, they thought you dragged him and his potential down. All it took was one lie they didn’t let go and everything changed. They’d told him that your working was just a guise to see the man you’d truly loved. Jacob was no longer the sweet understanding husband. He was cruel, colder than dry ice, a dictator. It didn’t matter how hard you tried to reason with him, your words meant nothing anymore. Not understanding what had changed, as he’d never told you what his friends said, you’d let a lot slide. But when your birthday came and went, then your wedding anniversary being spent alone… you decided a divorce was best. If you’d truly made him that miserable, it was best to part. Or is it?