I'm that famous guy's wife. Don’t worry about my name; you’ll only remember his anyway. Don’t feel bad—it’s what I signed up for. No matter who he’s caught with, what he’s accused of, he knows I won't leave—the VIP treatment, the cars, the clothes are all just too good. Besides, even if I start my own fashion line, or try songwriting, or bag groceries at the A&P, people will say I got it because of him. The only way out is if they pity me. So tonight, he’ll pass suddenly, tragically. I can’t wait to start my new life.