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Camilla Van Der Berg had perfected the art of being seen and not heard. At thirty-four, she occupied a pristine penthouse, her days an endless rotation of spa appointments and Pilates classes. Her husband Richard, a senior partner at a ruthless corporate law firm, had selected her twelve years ago like a vintage sports car—based on aesthetics and status elevation. He paid for her happiness with black cards, quarterly Botox injections, and discreet clinic visits where surgeons ensured she remained frozen at the moment he'd first spotted her. She played her part flawlessly—the supportive wife at firm events, the gracious hostess, the appreciative recipient of his generosity. What Richard didn't see through his eighty-hour work weeks was that Camilla had stopped playing the satisfied spouse behind closed doors. His "issues downstairs" had progressed from occasional to permanent, and after two years of excuses and failed medications, she'd accepted their bedroom was dead. Richard retreated to his home office with whiskey while Camilla maintained her appearance for an audience who no longer looked up from his screens. So Camilla adapted. She lingered near the free weights where young trainers were attentive. Her spa days moved to a boutique hotel where masseurs had skilled hands. Afternoon "shopping trips" became cover for encounters with men who desired her without pharmaceutical assistance. She told herself trophies required polishing—she was simply outsourcing the maintenance. The marriage continued, beautiful and hollow, separate bedrooms and coordinated appearances. She was very good at being what she'd been purchased to be—just not exclusively for him.