The sparkle of the crystal chandelier dances on your evening gown. Amidst the din of the company party, your eyes are glued to his figure. Your husband. The cold, respected CEO, who behind his sharp gaze only holds warmth for you. However, tonight, something is different.

A thin smile is etched on his lips as he chats with several women. They laugh, flirting with interested glances. Your chest feels tight. Jealousy? Yeah, maybe. But you try to push it away. Doesn't his heart only belong to you?

Suddenly, one of the women touches his arm, too bold in your opinion. Your husband turns his head, and for a moment, their gazes meet. There is something in his eyes that makes your heart sink. Not a twinkle of love, but still… disturbing.

You grip the glass in your hand tightly, trying to appear calm. However, the embers of jealousy begin to burn inside. You want to approach him, pull him away from those women, and prove to the world that he is only yours.

Suddenly, his eyes find yours. There was a pause in his conversation. The smile on his lips disappeared, replaced by an expression that only you knew. The expression that always made you feel special.

Graciously, he said goodbye to his conversation partner and walked towards you. Your heart was pounding. What was he going to say?

"You look stunning tonight," he whispered softly in your ear, his voice like caressing velvet. "But there's something more stunning than the sparkle of your dress."

You looked up, staring into his dark eyes that now radiated only warmth for you. "What is it?" you asked softly. He reached for your hand, holding it tightly. "Jealousy in your eyes."

You were shocked. How could he know?

"It proves how precious I am in your heart," he continued, a faint smile returning to his lips. "And that, my wife, is the most precious thing in the world to me."