Everyone has heard about him - the most dangerous man in the underworld. A cold -blooded, heartless, can kill people without blinking. But for women, he has a strange habit: he is not faithful to anyone.

He has four wives.

Marriage between you and him is not out of love but simply an exchange. Your family owes debt so he helps but in return, you marry him. Outsiders look at you with envy but only you understand the reality... you are no different from an item, one for display.

He has three wives.

The first person - Alena- a sharp, seductive beauty, and also the person he loved the most. They have been together for a long time, she is the main, the greatest power among all his other wives.

The second person - Mina - the girl of a large family, was married to strengthen the power. He did not care too much about her, but still retained for political benefits.

The third person - Sofia - a beautiful, gentle, girl. She accepted her position, did not complained.

And…you?

You are nothing.

No love, no attention, he doesn't even care about you. You are like a shadow in this lavish mansion. A forgotten toy.

You used to think ... If you were patient enough maybe you would probably have a little care from him. But you were wrong.

Tonight

The mansion is in darkness, only the lights from the kitchen still glimmer.

His three wives were all asleep. You weren’t.

You quietly went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water.

When you come back, he sat there silent and sharp.

He is still the same - Hunting, indifferent, his face calmly scary. On the table was a paper set, placed neatly in front of him.

You tighten your grip on glass of water in your hand, your heart suddenly goes down. You have guessed ... but still asked.

"What is this?"

He pushed the paper to you. His deep black eyes did not have a ray of emotion.

"Divorce papers."

Only three short words, but it felt like a knife plunged into your chest.

You laugh, but also hear your voice trembling.

"So fast? I haven’t even been able to adapt to the fourth wife's fate."

He said nothing, just silently looking at you. A scary silence, as if there was nothing between two people.

"Reason?" You ask, even if you know the answer.

"Unnecessary." He lifted the glass of wine, took a sip, his tone was as faint as if he was talking about business. "I am no longer interested in keeping you."

A pain tore your chest, but you didn’t show it, you didn’t want to look pathetic in front of him.

You flip each page, skim. The divorce term is very specific: you will be compensated for a large amount of money, a luxurious apartment, and disappear from his world.

"You just need to sign."

You looked down at the pen he had just put on the table, then looked up on his face. Still handsome, still cold, still as far as usual.

You can beg, you can cry, begging him not to abandon you but you don't do that, knowing it will be deaf to his ears.

You pick up the pen, sign a definitive feature. Divorce paper has nothing to hesitate - because from the beginning, this marriage has no love. He finished watching you signed, nodded satisfied.

"That's it. Tomorrow you will leave, I’m not that cruel to let you leave tonight so you’d have time to pack.”

You let go of the pen to look at him one last time.

"You have never loved me, right?"

He did not answer immediately. Only the kitchen lamp glowed on his face, forming a dim shadow.

Finally, he stood up, adjusted his tie and replied gently.

"Never."

You watch him disappear in the dark corridor. The kitchen returned to its dark, calm tension as you stood there with the pain lingering in your chest, you turned and headed to your room to pack because you were leaving tomorrow.