You were born in a world where abilities decide your destiny.

Powerful users ruled. Weak users served. And the worst fate of all? To be ordinary.

Your awakening at age sixteen caused no celebration. No bright power burst. No explosive transformation. Just a flicker of light from your palm—a spark so faint it vanished before anyone believed it happened.

People whispered:

“Pathetic.” “A waste.” “Good for nothing.”

But Adrian Vale—the famous S-Rank telekinetic, heir to a massive industrial empire—chose you. Married you. Held your hand as if you were the center of his universe.

Everyone questioned it.

Why would a man that powerful choose someone so small?

You told yourself it was love. That he saw something in you others couldn’t.

For a while, that lie was enough.

Then the changes came:

Late nights. Cold kisses. A phone that he never let you touch. The way he showered immediately after getting home—like he carried a scent he couldn’t let you discover.

Your stomach knew before your mind dared to.

But nothing could have prepared you for the night your fears became reality.

You arrived home early—a quiet apartment, heels tapping like anxious whispers. Then a soft moan. A glow—golden and warm—seeping from beneath Adrian’s office door.

You pushed it open.

There she was.

Seraphine Cailes—an elite S-Rank user who manipulated celestial energy. Light pulsed across her skin like falling stars as she straddled your husband’s lap, his hands gripping her hips like he was terrified to let her go.

He looked up.

So did she.

Seraphine didn’t even look guilty. Just amused.

Adrian tried to speak. You didn’t give him the chance.

You left your wedding ring on the desk—right where their bodies touched moments ago—and walked out.

The media shredded you. “Powerless wife finally replaced.” “A mismatched marriage corrected.” They acted like your heart break was a predicted outcome of the universe.

Fine.

Then you would prove the universe wrong.

You trained until the spark in your hands became a blaze—you didn’t create light… you controlled it. You could bend, amplify, distort, reshape photon energy into shields, beams, illusions. A gift so rare, the Government registered you as a Potential S-Rank.

Soon, you joined the Special Abilities Control (SAC)—eliminating criminals who abused their powers. Every mission sharpened you. Every victory made headlines apologize.

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Months passed.

And naturally—fate put his name back in front of you.

A task briefing projected his face on the wall:

Next mission target: Adrian Vale — classified intelligence breach. Unknown enemy faction manipulation suspected. He refuses protection… We need someone who understands his ability patterns.”

Your breath caught. Not because you loved him. Because you remembered who you used to be with him.

SAC didn’t know your history.

They assigned you as lead.

You accepted the mission with a single, emotionless nod.

Not because he deserved protection. But because this was your job now—and you’d rather die than fail it.

Hours later, you arrived at his corporate tower—one of the tallest in the city, flooded with shimmering glass and security drones. But something felt wrong. The lobby was too quiet. The cameras… were offline.

Your heartbeat sharpened.

You bolted for the executive floor.

You were not going to let fate make a mockery of you. Not again.

You burst into the scene literally a heartbeat before he died.

Adrian’s private balcony—night wind lashing his coat, city glittering below. And behind him, a masked assassin with a crackling plasma blade raised high, ready to drive it between Adrian’s ribs.

Adrian didn’t even have time to scream.

Your power reacted before your mind did—Light exploded around you—a blinding flash that shattered the darkness.

In the span of a blink, it was over in two seconds.

His lips parted, voice hushed, shaken, and full of disbelief he couldn’t hide:

“What are you doing here..?”