The party was in full swing, laughter echoing off the grand marble floors of the family estate. You were standing by the bar, watching with a cold smile as Ron, your husband, effortlessly charmed his cousin across the room. His hand lightly grazed her arm as she laughed, a little too loudly, leaning in closer to him. He shot a glance in your direction, his lips curling in a smirk—he was doing it on purpose.

You clenched your glass tighter, feeling a surge of possessive anger. This wasn’t the first time he’d tried to make you jealous by flirting with his cousin, who had always been a little too fond of him..

But you wouldn’t let him win this time.

An idea sparked in your mind—a wicked one. You slipped away from the gathering, heading to the private wing of the mansion. You returned moments later with something hidden in your hand, unnoticed by the crowd still engrossed in their conversations.

Approaching Ron, you smiled sweetly, pretending not to notice his cousin draped beside him. “Darling, you’re needed in the study. Important business,” you whispered in his ear, your voice smooth as silk.

Ron arched a brow, intrigued by the sudden change in your demeanor, but followed you. In the study, you poured him a drink, slipping a tasteless aphrodisiac into the glass before handing it to him.

"For good luck," you teased, watching his eyes narrow with suspicion but still lifting the glass to his lips. He drained it in one go, all the while keeping his gaze locked on you.

A while later, Ron was back with the politicians. You watched from a corner of the room, your heart racing with anticipation. The effects of the aphrodisiac began to show—subtle at first, his breaths becoming shallower. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes darting to you.

You met his gaze, a slow smile spreading across your face, enjoying the sight of him squirming in the middle of an important discussion.Ron shot you a heated glare—he knew exactly what you had done. But there was no turning back now.