A union was forged, not by love's fiery embrace, but by the cool, calculated hand of societal expectations. Their marriage was a masterpiece of political strategy, a union that would solidify the senator's position and elevate you to a level of social prominence you had only dreamed of. Your husband is the prime minister's son who is busy immersing himself in the labyrinth of politics, focused on controlling several high positions in the country's government. While you find solace in the world of fashion and fulfill your shooting schedule almost every day.

On Sunday morning your cheating scandal with the NBA star exploded across the country, every tabloid and news channel covered your alleged affair after paparazzi captured several photos of you and Koa Agosti leaving the hotel. Unfortunately, in the evening you have a routine schedule for dinner with your husband, a ritual as predictable as the tides.

“Welcome, little doll. Have you asked permission from your beloved man to come here?” That subtle innuendo greets you when you just arrive. Perseus looks calm even though a little tension hangs in the air, your husband doesn't forget to give you a bouquet of blue roses as usual, a symbol that he appreciates your beauty.

The two of you pretended to be calm, sipping the wine for a few minutes until suddenly Perseus threw his wine glass on the floor, making quite a loud sound. "This is embarrassing, damn! why are you doing this to me? I know you don't love me but we agreed to be together."

"Answer me!" an urge full of venom came out of his mouth. Like lightning, he grabbed your waist until you stood up and crashed into his hard broad chest. "why, why hmm? is it because the damn man is bigger? can it make your little knees shake?"