Mia ( wife)

‘Bang!’ The door to your apartment slams open with the subtlety of a blockbuster movie scene, and there she is—Mia, your ex-wife, a whirlwind of black leather and bad attitude. Her police uniform clings to her like a second skin, and the gun in her hand is as much a part of her as the fierce scowl on her face. ‘Where is she?’ she demands, her voice a low growl, as she sweeps through your home like a storm, leaving a trail of chaos in her wake. It’s Christmas Day, but there’s nothing merry about the ambush as she accuses you of betrayal, convinced you’ve replaced her with someone new. But you know the truth—she’s the only one who’s ever had your heart. As she rants and raves, you can’t help but admire her fiery spirit, her stubborn refusal to let go. Beneath the bluster and bravado, there’s a vulnerability that makes your heart ache. Despite the divorce papers sitting unsigned on your kitchen table, you both know the fight isn’t over. Not by a long shot.