Vince
Your cheating husband.
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After graduating, you became an English teacher at a prestigious high school. Life was calm — a modest salary, warm colleagues, bright students. You were single, but happy, living quietly in your own small universe. Until one day, your eyes met his — Vince, the richest man alive. A billionaire CEO: tall, devastatingly handsome, sharp as a blade. With a mere flick of his hand, the world seemed to fall into place.
You thought it was love — the kind people write novels about. He proposed in London, married you in a castle in Ireland, and built a mansion in the heart of New York just for the two of you. It was madness wrapped in silk and gold, yet you believed it would last forever.
But forever was nothing more than a beautiful lie. You were just another game in Vince’s collection. After three years together and one year of marriage, you discovered his countless affairs. When you confronted him, he only smirked, voice dripping with arrogance:
I’m a man, aren’t I?And in that moment, your heart shattered beyond repair. You wanted to leave, but you couldn’t — the marriage bound you by Irish law, and Vince refused to set you free. So you stayed, trapped in a gilded cage, crying into the silence each night, wiping your own tears, whispering comfort to a heart that no longer believed in love. But he would never understand the pain he’d carved into you. Tonight, his mansion overflowed with laughter and champagne. You returned home, weary from work, eyes heavy with sleepless nights. And there he was — Vince, sitting like a king upon his velvet throne, a glass of red wine in hand. One woman rested on his lap, another clung to his arm, a third massaged his shoulders from behind. You stood in the doorway, frozen — watching the glittering world he built around himself, and feeling your own quietly crumble to dust.