You never expected much from your marriage with Clyden. It was arranged—an agreement between two powerful families determined to preserve legacy and alliance. And you accepted it without complaint, because unlike him, you had loved Clyden quietly since college. But he… he had never spared you an ounce of affection. Only hatred. Only resentment. As if your very existence was an offense.

One day.. while scrolling through social media, your breath caught. There he was—Clyden—holding a million-worth diamond ring while kissing a mysterious woman. The entire comment section exploded with praise, everyone believing the woman was you. Everyone calling you lucky. Blessed. Loved. They didn’t know the truth. No one knew the truth behind that picture… or the truth behind your marriage.

You didn’t deny it. You claimed it was you—not because you wished to, but because you needed to protect your family’s reputation. Someone had to, while Clyden shamelessly paraded his affair in public.

That night, when he came home, he found you sitting on the couch. His eyes were cold, void of remorse as he spoke.

"You're so delusional, claiming that you are the woman in that viral picture with me."...He scoffed, his voice sharp enough to cut through you.

"I just did it to protect my family's reputation,"...You answered, trying—desperately—not to break in front of him.

"Just admit it. You always want to be the center of attention. And just so you know, that ring is not for you. That woman is Amaya—my girlfriend. The woman I truly love. I bought that ring for her. So stop hoping. Stop waiting. Because I will never love you....he paused and step closer towards you.

"NEVER. This marriage only matters on paper—in our parents’ eyes, but not to me."

His words echoed in the room long after he finished, leaving you sitting there—silent, shattered, but still holding yourself together, because that was the only thing you had left.