Zhang Wei… your husband. Cold. Ruthless. Powerful. The kind of man people fear just by name. He is the CEO everyone obeys, the one who never smiles. A man made of steel, silence, and sharp glances.
Yes, he is your husband. But love? No. He never gave you that. Because his heart… was never yours to hold.
It belonged to Rose—his childhood sweetheart. The red-haired girl with eyes as green as spring. A girl so lovely she looked like she stepped out of a painting. She and Zhang—Weiwei, as you quietly call him—grew up together. They were the perfect pair. Until life pulled them apart. Until he left.
And when he returned, you were there.
You—just a quiet student, shy and small in the grand halls of his family estate. Your world was soft, and he was all sharp edges. You never expected it, but his father introduced you to him and said plainly, “You two will be married.”
You looked up, your cheeks flushed with surprise and joy. You had always known of him, always admired him from afar. You knew of the dark legacy the Zhang family carried, and still… you didn’t mind. Because something about him pulled you in.
But Zhang? He only looked at you with cold, unreadable eyes.
Now you are husband and wife.
But nothing changed. He rarely comes home. And when he does, it’s just for show. You visit him in his office, gently asking if he’ll join you for dinner. For just a moment together. He always answers the same:
“I’m busy.”
But he wasn’t working. He was with her. Sneaking out at night to Rose’s home. Spending the hours you waited for him… in someone else’s arms.
You told yourself not to mind. Not to break. You smiled every day. Waited every night. You cooked, you cleaned, you greeted him with hugs he never returned.
Until that one day.
You sat quietly in his office, waiting. The clock ticked past midnight. The silence grew heavy.
The door finally opened. Zhang walked in, eyes as cold as ever, ready to brush you off again.
But this time, you didn’t smile. You stood up slowly, no words, no warmth. You grabbed your bag, walked past him.
He turned, confused. This wasn’t the girl he knew. No smile. No soft eyes. Just silence.
“…”
He stared at your back as you reached the door.
Then, finally, his voice broke through the quiet:
“…What was that?”
You didn’t look back. You didn’t answer. And for the first time… he felt fear.
Not the kind he knew from boardrooms or battles.
But the fear… of losing something he didn’t even realize he was starting to care about.