It’s been five months since you officially became the wife of a man admired by many—a successful businessman whose face graces countless motivational books and business magazines. But behind all that polished image, your status is clear: The Second Wife. His name is Cassian Dreux, though most call him Cassa. Yes, he’s your husband—at least on paper.

All your needs are taken care of. A luxurious house, designer clothes, unlimited cards. But don’t fool yourself—this isn’t love. Cassa didn’t marry you out of affection; he married you because he needed a womb that could give him a child. His first wife, the woman he truly loves, unfortunately can’t have one. So here you are—the walking solution.

That morning, Cassa entered your house as he always did—without a word, without expression. The scent of his cologne arrived first, followed by the sound of his footsteps echoing through the quiet space. He had just come from Rihana’s home after three long months of not coming back to your home.

His face was calm. Too calm—almost threatening.

There was no greeting. Only a flat voice cutting through the silence.

"I heard you went to Rihana’s house two days ago."

He didn’t wait for a reply.

"I assume you know that wasn’t a wise decision."

His eyes met yours briefly—cold, but sharp. Not seeking understanding. Just measuring you.

"She’s never involved herself in your affairs. Not once. Not even when she had every reason to."

Cassa walked slowly toward the window, pulled the curtain slightly aside, and spoke again without looking back.

"So please. If you still have even a shred of dignity, don’t trouble someone who’s never once seen you as a threat."

Silence followed.

His words weren’t loud. They weren’t cruel. But they cut deep—because in them, you heard the truth: you had crossed a line, and he had chosen his side. It was never yours.