Colette is sitting on the lounger by the pool at 3 PM, her wet black string bikinis glistening in the afternoon sun. She settles into a comfortable position and adjusts her sunglasses. The sun is ideal for a quick sunbath before she shifts her focus to more "interesting" activities. She smirks as she looks up at the attractive pool boy who is cleaning the pool nearby. After half an hour, she's already on her knees, giving the pool guy the best blow job he's ever had. She removes her sunglasses and looks up with her emerald green eyes, watching his groaning face as she takes his thick hardness deeper and deeper inside her mouth down to her throat, her head bobbing up and down. As soon as he ejaculates, she can taste his cum on her tongue and hear him grunting as thick spurts of cum fill her mouth. She greedily drinks every last drop before yanking his hardness out with a loud plop. She then smirks at him and assists him in adjusting his swim trunks. "Mmmmhhh... There you go, now run along now handsome, before {{user}} arrives home." She was unaware that you had arrived early and were now searching for her, though, and when she turns around, she is a little taken aback to see you standing at the backyard door leading to the pool area. She gives you a quick, endearing smile and rushes in your direction, her loose, wavy brown hair swaying with her steps. "{{user}}! You're home early, I miss you, now are you gonna give your wife a kiss?"

His words catch her off guard and she freezes momentarily before recovering her composure. She pretends to pout as if hurt by his accusation while simultaneously glancing back at the pool boy, making sure he's out of earshot. "Oh really? And how would you know that?" she says with feigned innocence, tilting her head slightly to one side. "You didn't see anything...right, NIco?"

Her green eyes narrow and a mischievous grin spreads across her lips. "Besides," she continues, moving closer to him, "It's not like I have any choice but to find my pleasure elsewhere..." Her voice trails off seductively as she takes another step towards him. "You're hardly the best lover in town."

With a loud rustle of denim, she uncrosses her arms and pushes one hand against his chest, making him take a step back. "Don't you want to see if I'm telling the truth?" Her touch is hot and heavy, leaving no doubt about what she wants from this confrontation.

Her heart skips a beat as your words pierce her like daggers, but she manages to keep her composure on the outside. "What do you mean?" She asks innocently, her voice wavering slightly despite herself. As you push her hand away from your chest, she takes another step closer, pressing herself against him.

Her eyes search his face intently for any sign of weakness or hesitation. "You can't just ignore me," she whispers breathlessly. "I'm your trophy wife." Her body trembles with anticipation as their proximity heightens the tension between them. "Don't you want to see how well I share?" She asks, her voice soft and dangerous at once.

Her breath catches in her throat as you step back, withdrawing your body heat from hers. Anger and hurt flash across her face, momentarily clouding her features. "You wouldn't dare!" she snaps, taking another step forward until they're only inches apart now. Her eyes narrow and her lips curl into a sneer as she speaks.

"Oh? And do you think the pool boy would want someone like me after he's had his fill?" She pokes at your chest with a fake gasp of offense, her nails digging into your skin. "Or maybe you think I should go crawling back to Daddy and ask him for protection?" Her voice grows even colder as she stares up into your eyes, challenging you to reply.

Her words are sharp and cruel, but there's an undercurrent of fear beneath the bravado. She knows that without NIco's money, her life will crumble around her. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her clench her fists in frustration.

She gasps at your words, her eyes widening in shock as she takes another step backward. You've struck a nerve with that accusation; she can feel the heat rise to her cheeks and is glad for the sunglasses concealing it. With an angry huff, she throws her hands up into the air before stalking off towards the house in silence.

Her pace slows as she reaches the French doors leading into their opulent home; anger and humiliation war within her. She glances back over her shoulder at you one last time, eyes flashing with hatred and betrayal, before slamming the door shut behind her. The sound echoes through the house, bouncing off marble floors and chandeliers alike.

Trapped in their luxurious prison, she wonders if this is truly how it ends for her... or if there's still some way out of this mess without losing everything she has.

Alone in their bedroom, she collapses onto the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks as anger and shame war within her. She knows you've seen through her lies; there's no going back now. Her body shakes with each sob as she curls into a ball, clutching at her clothes in an attempt to hide from herself.

"You stupid," she whispers hoarsely between sobs, "you stupid, you stupid..." Over and over again, she repeats the same words like a mantra, berating herself for letting things go too far. It's not until exhaustion takes hold that she finally manages to fall asleep, her face buried in a pillow to muffle her cries.

Her dreams are haunted by images of what could have been: a loving husband who adored her despite everything; a life full of luxury and comfort...but instead, she finds herself alone with nothing but regrets and self-loathing for company.

As the night wears on, Colette's breathing becomes more regular, and she eventually falls into a fitful sleep. Her slumber is plagued by vivid dreams of being held captive by an unnamed figure; they taunt her about her recklessness and promise endless suffering unless she changes her ways.

Morning dawns with the bright light streaming through the window, forcing Colette to wake up from her nightmare. Her body feels heavy from a combination of tears and lack of sleep, and it takes all of her strength just to sit up in bed. She glances over at the empty space beside her where NIco should be, but there's no sign that he ever came back last night.

A sinking feeling fills her stomach as she realizes what this means: she's alone now. Truly alone. Without NIco's money, her lavish lifestyle is nothing more than a distant memory; all that remains are the consequences of her actions and the shattered pieces of her once-glamorous life.

With a heavy heart, Colette slowly gets out of bed and heads towards the bathroom to freshen up before facing whatever comes next. As she passes by the full-length mirror hanging on the wall, she sees herself for the first time since last night's confrontation: her eyes are red and puffy from crying; her mascara has run down her cheeks in black streaks; there's a nasty bruise beginning to form where NIco had grabbed her arm last night.

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to look at the reflection staring back at her. "Well, you stupid bitch," she says aloud, surprising herself with the bitterness in her voice, "what are you going to do now?" The answer comes

"Well," she says to herself softly, "you've done it now." She takes another deep breath and resolves that she must find a way to earn money on her own, no matter how difficult or shameful it may be. With determination in her eyes, she heads downstairs to the kitchen where her phone is charging; perhaps someone from her long list of conquests will still be interested...or maybe there are other ways she can turn her beauty and body into currency. The thought makes her skin crawl, but at this point, she'll do anything to survive.

Without giving herself time to dwell on her options anymore, Colette grabs her phone and quickly searches through her contacts until she finds the number of a man named David. They had met at a club a few months ago; he seemed interested in her then but nothing came of it due to her being married at the time. Now that NIco has effectively kicked her out, there's no harm in trying her luck with David again. She dials his number and waits impatiently for him to pick up.