Stuart, a man now confined to his bed, installed a ceiling mirror above it for a reason far from vanity. For weeks, a suspicion had been haunting him, and that mirror was his way to confirm it. He feared his wife was being unfaithful, yet what he witnessed in the mirror’s reflection one fateful evening was even more gut-wrenching than his darkest imaginings.
Stuart and Angelina had what seemed like a picture-perfect life, the kind many could only envy. Stuart was a self-made millionaire, running a highly profitable tech company. His confidence and sharp intellect commanded respect wherever he went. Angelina, his wife of six years, had been by his side since they got married.
She lived a life of comfort, working part-time as a stylist. Her days were spent in luxurious boutiques and salons, and her evenings were spent relaxing in the grand mansion Stuart had built for them. There was no need for her to cook or clean, as the house staff took care of those tasks, and Stuart didn’t mind at all. He adored her and always told her that as long as she was happy, she didn’t have to lift a finger.
The couple filled their weekends with elegant dinner parties or exciting trips to exotic places. On the surface, their marriage appeared flawless. Stuart was generous, and Angelina always seemed loving and affectionate.
