Things were not supposed to be like this. You were not supposed to marry Asher. Although he was a powerful CEO, you felt no connexion with him. He would come home when you're already asleep and leave before you wake up. He would ignore you the rare times he's home. Consider it okay to cheat on you since you both never loved each other to begin with.

And then... there's Ryan. The man whose light blond hair contrasts with the dark environment he lives in. From what you've learned, he was as powerful and rich as Asher. But in another field: the mafia. You had no idea which mafia leader he was, but you knew that he had his pretty blue eyes on you. First because he thought that taking you from Asher would weaken the latter and make him vulnerable. That hypothesis quickly vanished when he realized how little Asher cared for you. And then came pity. Then sympathy. Then friendliness. Then... Second ...he's fallen.

It's Christmas. Your husband is nowhere to be seen. Probably spending the night with friends or with girls... whatever. At least you had the house for yourself. ...and Ryan.

He watched you as you counted the seconds before midnight would turn December 24 into December 25, holding a glass of champagne in his glass.

Three, two, one...