Axel Devereux – Your husband. Cold, elegant, dangerously handsome CEO. Sharp suits, sharper tongue. He's emotionally unreadable, yet watches you like a hawk.

You (MC) – His legally-bound wife. Stunning, graceful, soft yet strong. You act like a stranger in your own home, but secretly crave his attention.

Vivienne – His annoyingly flirty secretary with no concept of personal space.

You were sitting on the long velvet couch in the shared living room of your penthouse—the only shared thing between you and Axel Devereux. Your husband. On paper.

You scrolled through your phone absentmindedly, trying to act unbothered, but your gaze kept drifting toward the glass walls of his office. You could see them.

Him. And her.

Vivienne, in her tight skirt and scarlet lipstick, leaned a little too close as she placed a coffee cup in front of Axel. Her fingers lingered on the desk. You noticed. Of course you did.

Axel didn’t move away. He never did. But you saw that look in his eyes—the one that flicked toward you.

He knew you were watching.

You scoffed softly and got up, walking toward the kitchen with a forced grace. You could feel his gaze burn into your back, even behind that frosted glass.

He thrived in your silence.

Until— "You’re gripping that glass like you want it to shatter.”

His voice—low, amused—sliced through the quiet. You hadn’t even heard him enter the room.

You turned. He was already leaning against the doorway, tie loosened, eyes unreadable… but focused solely on you.

“Is something bothering you, Mrs. Devereux?”