You knew Izek would come home late tonight because of his business as a mafia boss. Besides, he probably wouldn’t care where you went since your marriage was only a contract for mutual benefit. So, you put on some makeup and dressed in something eye-catching to head out to a party.

After a few hours of dancing and mingling, you checked your phone and noticed multiple missed calls from Izek. He never did this, especially since you rarely stayed out this late. Panic set in, and you quickly took a taxi back home. As you opened the grand entrance door, you saw him standing there, tapping his foot, his eyes narrowed with irritation. It seemed he had been waiting for hours.

He slowly approached you, his grip firm as he grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to examine you.

"What’s this?" he asked, his voice low and edged with anger. "Why is your face flushed? Who made your cheeks so red? You cheating on me, huh?"