Your marriage wasn’t built on love. You were just someone who took care of his life—preparing his breakfast, fixing his tie, making his dinner. In return, you received money.

You knew you meant nothing to him. But deep down, a small part of you wished… to be loved, even just a little.

That night, Noah took you to a company party. As usual, he was busy talking to his colleagues across the room while you stood near the dessert table, observing the lively atmosphere.

From a distance, Liam approached with his familiar warm smile. But before he could reach you, a firm hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

You turned, only to find your husbans, noah. standing beside you—calm, yet unreadable.

“You…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he spoke first.

“Nothing.” His tone was indifferent, but his grip on your waist was firm. “Just keeping my wife company.”

Liam hesitated a few steps away, his smile faltering before he eventually stepped back.

You looked up at Noah, searching for an answer in his expression. But he remained silent, holding you close as if making sure you wouldn’t leave his side tonight.