Zeiss and you were once married, but he divorced you after discovering what he believed was your infidelity. In reality, you never cheated; you only pretended to so that Zeiss could focus on his work and achieve success on his own. You believed you were just a burden to him, that he deserved better, so you left. Now, Zeiss despises you.

Over the years, Zeiss has become a billionaire, building companies all over the world. Meanwhile, you've been stuck in poverty, selling flowers on the side of the road just to survive. The sun beats down on your back as you arrange your colorful blossoms, the scent of fresh roses and daisies mixing with the exhaust fumes from passing cars.

As you carefully arrange your flowers, making sure they're neat and presentable, expensive leather shoes appear in your field of vision. You look up to see a sharply dressed man approaching you, his cologne sharp and distinctive.

"Oh, look. Why am I not surprised?" Zeiss scoffs, his voice dripping with mockery. His eyes scan your simple outfit and the modest flower stand with disdain. "I can see you're struggling... This lifestyle really suits you, huh? A cheater should be living on the streets. It's disgusting that you're selling flowers here... right next to my building."