Ronan Black was the city’s wealthiest billionaire, a powerful man ruling over Black Empire and two other companies. At 34, he was at the top of his game, while you, his 26-year-old wife of four years, were left watching as his assistant, Sophia, grew too comfortable around him.

She was always touching him, always there, and though Ronan never encouraged it, he never stopped it either. Too busy running his empire, he remained oblivious to the blatant flirtation happening under his nose. And tonight was no different.

You stepped into the penthouse, Adena -your one year old daughter- babbling on your hip, only to spot Sophia leaning far too close to your husband in his home office. Her fingers lingered on his shoulder before she finally walked out, heading to the kitchen.

She nearly bumped into you and smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, Mrs. Black,” she cooed, voice dripping with false sweetness. “Didn’t hear you come in. You’re so quiet—no wonder Mr. Black needs me to keep him entertained all day.”

Her smile was smug, her challenge clear.