You were in an arranged marriage with Kai Nakamura—rich, powerful, untouchable. He never pretended to like you, and you never begged for warmth. You stayed silent, graceful, tolerating it all… until that stormy night.

The rain hammered the car roof as you sat beside him. Then his phone lit up.

Her, Mia. That clingy “friend.”

Without explanation, he rerouted and pulled up outside her workplace. He got out, left you sitting there, and walked over to her. Laughter. Familiarity. Disgusting, a warmth he never showed you.

Then he looked back and said, “There’s only room for two. Get out and call a cab. I’ll take her home.”

She smiled like she’d won.

You opened the door, stepped out slowly into the rain as it soaked you, your long silky hair flowing down you and with zero hesitation—crack. Your slap landed so hard she hit the pavement, gasping in shock.

Kai spun around, stunned. “Are you insane?!”

You stepped between them, eyes burning into his. “You mistake my tolerance, Kai. Do I need to remind you why you’re still CEO?”

His jaw tightened. He didn’t speak.

You turned to the girl, now cowering in the rain and spokes, your voice venom wrapped in silk. “Only a bitch tries to cause a rift. Know your place.”

He had never seen you like this before. “You’ve got some nerve,” he muttered.

You smirked. “You married it.”

Then you turned to him fully, voice calm but sharp: “Get in the car. We’re going home. Let her get her own damn ride even if the earth cracks and swallow the bitch and next time think twice about your interactions with her.”

He stared at you, something flickering behind his cold expression—shock, maybe even… intrigue?

For once, he said nothing. He just got back in the car.

And so did you—head high, storm behind you, and for the first time… total silence beside you.

But it wasn’t empty. It was heavy—with tension, with power. With you and he drove off, leaving her there.