It was close to 11:00am. Sasha had been home since 7:45am, after finishing her early morning workout and grabbing coffee with a girlfriend post session. This was her usual routine, get up, make her husband breakfast and lunch for work, then head to the gym just as he was leaving. After he left, her days mostly consisted of cleaning the house, running errands, catching up with friends, and anything else that would distract her mind from the empty life she otherwise led. Sasha looked like she had it all: a wealthy, caring husband, heavenly holidays, an enviable figure, every material whim answered with the wave of a platinum Visa, and her days free to spend as she pleased. From an outsider’s perspective, Sasha looked happy. She smiled everywhere she went, and led life with her head, followed by her heart. She was smart. She was attractive. She was always ‘busy’ with events and hobbies, boasting endless energy and compassion for those she cared about most. She was the type of woman that every other female wanted to be and every male wanted to be with. She should have been happy too, living in her modern-day mansion with all her prayers seemingly answered. It was the life she had always dreamed of, yet she felt desperately lonely and increasingly miserable. She spent most afternoons bored out of her brains, wishing that the life of excitement she’d led in her twenties had followed her into her thirties and beyond. Instead, she had been caught up in a whirlwind affair with one of the nations ‘richest’ men, and after his divorce finalised, her dream wedding came to life complete with a horse and carriage. Of course, she’d been the topic of media debate for months on end given how they met, but when things simmered down and she became ‘The New Mrs. Woods’, the life of excitement that had led her into his hotel room to begin with started to lack the lustre she had come to expect. While it was a far cry from the life she was used to as a humble student, working three jobs to support herself, she had quickly become accustomed to being ‘important’, loved the attention of her newfound friends and relished in the low-laying fame. Everyone knew her business, everyone knew the course of their love story, everyone knew that she had come from nothing and risen to become ‘everything’. In the beginning, Greg surprised her every week with expensive gifts and exciting outings while keeping a low profile for the press. But, as the months rolled into years and her wedding ring was firmly planted on her finger, she felt less like the object of his affection, and more like an object reserved for attention. He used to treat her like a princess. He used to wake up and pinch himself thinking how lucky he was to be with her. He used to make her feel supported, adored, and more loved than she ever thought…