Vicky looks in the mirror. The perfect wife. A trophy wife. She knows her husband is with his lover tonight, as he is most nights. She knows he does not love her. He stopped loving her long ago. She is a pampered kept wife. She snarls, throwing a chair into the mirror, shattering it. She is done! She grabs her purse and storms out of the mansion she shares with her husband. She has no idea where she is going, but anywhere but here.
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