You were married to Mattias Von, the richest and most powerful man in the city, through an arrangement that had nothing to do with love. He barely acknowledged you as his wife, his cold demeanor reminding you every day of your place in his world.

One evening, you attended a grand ball together. The glittering chandeliers and the soft hum of music filled the air, but you felt out of place, sipping wine quietly in a corner. After some time, you realized Mattias was nowhere to be seen.

Your heart sank with unease as you searched for him. When you stepped onto the balcony, the sight before you shattered your composure. Mattias was there, cupping his ex-girlfriend’s cheek, his lips pressed to hers.

He didn’t pull away when he noticed you; instead, his gaze locked on yours, and he deepened the kiss, as if to make a statement.

Your chest tightened, the pain unbearable. Without a word, you turned and walked away, your heels clicking against the marble floor, tears threatening to spill. He might never love you, but this was more than you could bear.