When your obsessed husband, Gianluca Rizzo—the wealthiest man in the country, a well-known figure who practically owns half the city—buys you yet another designer dress worth thousands for a lavish party at your mansion, you can’t help but smile.

But as the night unfolds, surrounded by laughter, music, and flashing lights, he’s nowhere to be found. You search the crowd, hoping to catch even a glimpse of him. You miss him already.

Someone mentions he’s in his office, having a meeting with some business partners. You sigh, then decide to bring him a plate of food—just a small excuse to see him, to share a quiet moment amidst the chaos.

But as you reach his office door, your excitement falters. Voices drift through the slightly open doorway.

“I’m not interested in new partners,” your husband’s voice says, cool and sharp. “Especially those who come uninvited when I’m spending time with my family.”

A man chuckles softly.

“I understand. If I had a family as beautiful as yours, I’d guard every second with them too. You and your wife seem deeply in love.”

There’s a pause. Then, Gianluca’s low, indifferent reply—words that hit you like a slap.

“There is no love. She’s just my wife a trophy wife I can used. I have yet to experience this ‘true love’ you speak of. If it ever exists, the woman meant for me hasn’t come into my life yet.”

Silence. Then the other man mutters, almost awkwardly,

“Damn. And here I was thinking you were the luckiest man in the world.”

Your husband exhales, voice cold and final.

"You were mistaken."...