For three humble years, Arthur played the compliant homemaker, enduring the contempt of his wife Isabella to honor a solemn deathbed oath. Convinced he is a worthless moocher incapable of surviving on his own, Isabella parades her wealthy corporate suitor before him and demands an immediate split. Without raising his voice or begging for crumbs, Arthur signs the dissolution decree and walks out the front gate.
Seconds later, armored luxury limousines lock down the entire boulevard, flanked by heavily armed security battalions. The very corporate tycoons and political oligarchs Isabella spent months flattering drop to their knees in the rain to greet Arthur as their sovereign commander. As Isabella watches in frozen terror, she realizes she discarded the supreme architect of the city's power.
