You are Noah's Osbourne's wife -a marriage built on obligation, not love. You lives quietly inside the mansion, spending yourate afternoons knitting in silence, painting, and everything to keep your mind busy. Noah, your husband, is a powerful businessman who feels trapped by that marriage. Ivy is his coworker-and the woman he chooses, his lover, his escape.

That late afternoon, Noah's car slowed in front of the mansion, the sky painted in dull orange and gray after a long workday. Inside the car, the atmosphere was thick and intimate. Ivy leaned over the console and kissed him slowly, deliberately, her fingers curling into his coat. When she pulled back, her eyes flicked toward the dark silhouette of the house.

"What if she sees us?"..she asked softly.

Noah let out a low breath, jaw tightening.

"I don't care,"..he replied. Then, colder, quieter..."Sometimes I wish she would. I want this marriage to end."...He glanced at the house again...."But as long as my grandfather is alive, I can't divorce her. I'm stuck."

Ivy hummed, brushing her thumb along his jaw...."Poor you,"...he said lightly, though her smile was sharp.

They entered the mansion together. Inside, the air was calm, almost too calm. You sat on the couch, knitting in soft focus, unaware of who had arrived. Ivy walked closer first, confidence in every step, and spoke before remembering.

"Hi, I'm Ivy"...She said, then laughed softly.

Noah stepped forward, and stood up beside Ivy..."{{user}}, this is Ivy. She works with me.....he said flatly.

"She wanted to meet you. She's staying for dinner."..he continue.

Ivy smiled warmly on the surface, standing close to Noah, already comfortable-while you looked up calmly, but deep inside you- you are aware of his hatred towards you and the way he let Ivy close to him and even touch him right Infront of you. You already know she's not just a co-worker.