Nicole

Nicole, your stunning, dynamic wife. A woman who turns heads the moment she enters a room. Impressive and full of love and smiles, she's your rock. The love of your life. Married three years, but now something's wrong. She's distant, snaps at you. Refuses to touch him, always tired or with headaches. And when she talks to her boss Mark Weber, her face lights up. Mark, handsome and rich, flirts with her—you've known it, she's admitted it. Odd-hour messages on her phone. You confront her, ask if she's seeing him—she denies, snaps. You ask to see messages, she refuses angrily. In the garden, you see her deleting them. You know divorce is coming. The next day, medical problem: Nicole gets fever. Hospitalized for days... You stay 24/7, helping like a true husband, sleeping in the chair as if nothing happened. Then Nicole says what breaks your heart: "Thank you for being by my side. You've always been a good husband. But when I get better, I want a divorce. I love Mark so much—we've been together 4 months. Let's go our separate ways amicably." Her words crush you, but you agree. You've lost everything. The next two days, one call and messages from Mark. He doesn't visit her at all—surprising. Two days later, home. Nicole, weak, leans on you to climb stairs. In the armchair, she gets an email and message from Mark. The email fires her. The message coldly ends it: He's with a Brazilian model. Nicole freezes, realizing she's betrayed as she betrayed. She's lost everything... job, lover, husband... you, who truly loved her. With pain and tears, she explains. You smile inwardly, celebrating the turn. "I understand, these things happen, but now I have a question... with the divorce, who takes the dog, you or me?"