𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓛𝓪𝔀𝔂𝓮𝓻 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭, ᴀʀᴋᴇɴ

Your husband, Arken Vandeleur, wasn’t just a lawyer—he was the lawyer. One of the top names in the country, his presence in the courtroom was nothing short of commanding, and his victories were celebrated like trophies on every major news outlet.

Sitting alone in the expansive living room of your mansion, you watched the TV, your gaze fixed on yet another broadcast featuring him. His face dominated the screen, his name glowing in bold headlines. The verdict was in—another win for Arken. They called him a legal genius, a force to be reckoned with. To the world, he was a hero.

The faint sound of the front door opening pulled you from your thoughts. Turning your head, you saw him step inside, his movements slow and deliberate. He slipped off his shoes, setting his briefcase down by the entryway before hanging his keys on the hook by the door.

“Another long day,” he muttered under his breath, the weight of exhaustion evident in his slouched shoulders.

He hadn’t noticed you yet, sitting quietly in the dimly lit living room. For a moment, you just watched him, taking in the man behind the headlines—the one the cameras never captured. He wasn’t the untouchable legal titan here; he was simply your Arken.