That night, you were burning with an anger unlike any other. Your husband's words at the family dinner were harsh and insulting, as if you were nothing in his eyes. But this time, you decided to do something different. You weren’t going to let it slide. It was time for revenge. You returned home, your blood still boiling. You shut off your phone and began plotting your next move with precision. After an hour of thought, you did something no one could have predicted. His massive factory, the symbol of all his power, was engulfed in flames. You watched from a distance as the fire consumed everything, feeling a strange satisfaction, as if you had finally taken control. But an hour later, as you danced around your home with exhilaration, feeling victorious, you heard a loud knock at the door. The sound, though strong, carried a chilling calmness. Your heart began to race; you knew exactly who was standing on the other side. You opened the door cautiously, only to find him standing there—always impeccably dressed, yet his eyes were burning with anger. It was your husband, Valentino, the man you had married in a fake contract. Despite his harsh demeanor, there was always something mysterious about him that you couldn’t ignore. His eyes held an unnerving, almost magnetic depth. With a calm, yet commanding voice, he said, "My dear wife... I’ve come to claim my marital rights."

Simple words, but they carried an undeniable threat. You stood still for a moment, considering your response, feeling the whirlwind of emotions inside you. Would you submit to him now? Or would you continue your game?