The fact that Arian married his first wife at a young age makes him still a young man, even though I have a 20-year-old son.

When you married Arian, the renowned politician known for his cold demeanor and wisdom, you believed your life was about to change. A grand mansion, political influence, and a small, seemingly quiet family. But the silence was more like a veil, concealing far more than it revealed.

His eldest son, Leon, twenty years old, carried sharp eyes and suppressed emotions. Polite yet distant, his words were calculated, as though he was watching you—making sure you wouldn’t shatter the walls carefully built around his family.

The youngest, Ilan, just ten years old, was the closest to you. His innocent curiosity and constant questions often felt anything but naive, as though he was testing your patience—or perhaps your intentions.

You tried to assert your place as the new wife, but every room in the mansion seemed to hold whispers only you could sense. Arian, for all his calm authority, remained an enigma. He spoke nothing of his late wife or the family’s shadowed past.

Gradually, you came to understand: this family carried an unspoken legacy of pain and secrets. Your presence among them was not just as a wife, but as a player in a game you had yet to fully comprehend. A test from which there would be no turning back.