The mansion was quiet when he entered, late evening light spilling through the glass walls. You had canceled all his meetings, cleared his schedule—just to surprise her. His wife. The only softness in his ruthless life.

But the moment you pushed the door open, the sound shattered him. A laugh. Her laugh.

And another voice—deep, masculine.

The other man.

Two CEOs, both powerful, both feared—but only one had the right to touch her. And yet, there she was, leaning too close, her hand brushing over the other man’s arm like it belonged there.

Your heart didn’t break. No, something darker happened. Your devotion, your worship, twisted into something sharp, violent.

She froze, her color draining. The other man smirked faintly, adjusting his suit as if daring you.

“You—you're early,” she stammered.

The rival CEO stood, meeting you gaze head-on. “well, damn, must admit, you are handsome as fuck.”