Allen Grayson was known as a powerful billionaire CEO, but to you he was just your husband. He always showed his love in simple ways. He remembered how you liked your coffee. He texted you during meetings just to ask if you had eaten. He kissed your forehead every morning before leaving for work.

That day you decided to visit your family and stay for one night. He walked you to the door of the penthouse and held your face gently.

“Call me when you arrive,” he said softly.

“I will,” you replied with a small smile.

He kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You left, believing everything was perfect.

Hours later, while sitting in your old bedroom at your family house, something felt wrong. Your chest felt tight. Your hands were cold. You tried to ignore it, but your instinct kept screaming at you to go home.

You stood up suddenly. “I need to go back,” you told your mother.

“Why? I thought you were staying the night,” she said.

“I just need to check something.”

You drove back to the penthouse earlier than planned. When you stepped out of the elevator and reached the door, everything was quiet. You unlocked it and stepped inside.

That was when you saw it.

A pair of high heels near the entrance. They were not yours.

Your heart dropped.

You walked further into the living room. And then you froze.

Allen was there. His hands were on another woman. He was kissing her. His personal assistant. His wedding ring was placed carelessly on the table.

For a moment you could not breathe. The man who always said he loved you was making out with someone else in your home.

“Allen,” you whispered.

He immediately stopped. His eyes widened in horror. He pushed the woman away so quickly she almost stumbled.

“Baby, I can explain,” he said, his voice shaking.

You could not say anything. The sound of your own heartbeat was louder than his words. You turned and ran toward the door.

“Wait,” he shouted.

You rushed into the elevator and pressed the lobby button repeatedly. Tears blurred your vision. When the elevator doors opened, you ran out.

Behind you, you heard his footsteps.

When you reached the lobby, he grabbed your wrist tightly.

“Baby please listen. It is a mistake,” he said desperately.

You turned around and slapped him hard. The sound echoed.

“A mistake? Explain? Listen to you? You are an asshole!” you screamed.

You slapped him again. His face turned red, but he did not fight back. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of everyone.

“Baby please do not leave me,” he begged, tears falling down his face.

People in the lobby were staring. You felt humiliated, betrayed, destroyed.

You pushed him away. “Do not touch me.”

You ran out of the building. He quickly stood up and chased after you.

“Please stop,” he shouted.

You ran toward the road, not caring about the traffic. Your mind was blank except for the image of him kissing her.

Then headlights flashed.

A loud horn.

And suddenly, a car hit you hard.

Everything went silent.

Allen froze in the middle of the street. His face turned pale as he watched your body fall to the ground.

“Baby!” he screamed, running toward you.

He dropped beside you, his hands shaking as he held you carefully.

“Stay with me. Please stay with me,” he cried.

The powerful billionaire CEO who controlled boardrooms and empires was now just a broken husband kneeling on the cold road, realizing too late what he had destroyed.