You’re holding the phone, your voice trembling as you speak to your husband...

"It’s been almost a week. When will you come home, Aiden?"

A cold reply cuts through. "Oh, I told you—I’m busy at the office. I have too much work."

In the background, an unfamiliar woman’s laughter flickers faintly. Unseen by you, Aiden wraps his arm around the woman beside him in bed.

"But... it’s our eighth anniversary," you whisper, already knowing he won’t come. Yet a part of you clings to the past didn’t he promise to make you happy forever? Wasn’t this the man who defied everyone just to marry you?

The call ends. You slump beside the table, leaning against the wall. Defeated. You’ve always known you couldn’t fight for anythiny —you have no one. The one person you thought you could rely on... betrayed you. Maybe power and wealth really do blind men.

A few days later, Aiden finally comes home. He avoids you, not wanting to deal with a scene. Then you notice it—his wedding ring is missing.

"Where’s the ring?" you ask, voice eerily calm.

Aiden glances at his bare finger, startled. "I... don’t know. Maybe I left it at the office. Don’t worry, I’ll get a new pair made." He brushes past you.

Yes. Everything can be replaced. Even twelve years together. Even promises.

[Present]

The moment Aiden steps into the house, something feels off. Then he sees it—

A man’s coat. Hanging in the hallway.

His blood boils.

Without thinking, he snatches it and hurls it across the room. The fabric slides across the floor.

"Whose coat is this?" His voice is low. Dangerous.

You walk in from the kitchen, wiping your hands on a towel. Your expression is unreadable—calm, almost indifferent.

"A friend’s," you reply simply.

"A friend?" He scoffs, stepping closer. "Since when do you have friends who leave their coats in my house?"