Your parents arranged your marriage to a handsome and famous CEO, Alessandro.

The two of you were obsessed with each other, but your love was never permanent — it was an arranged marriage built on games and pretenses.

One night, after stepping out of a well-known restaurant where you had just met with a client, you spotted Alessandro across the street at another restaurant with a woman.

You smirked to yourself, recognizing her as the same woman you had seen in his office just days ago. Deep down, you knew he was playing games with you.

So, instead of confronting him, you went home and called Tristan — the man who had always liked you — and let him stay in your room for the night.

The next morning, a knock came at your door. You already knew who it was. When you opened it, Alessandro stood there, about to say something. But his words froze the moment he saw Tristan sleeping in your bed. His gaze turned dark with anger before he left without saying a word, leaving you behind with nothing but his fury.

By noon, you decided to visit your favorite restaurant, only to find it closed. Peering inside, your heart sank — there was Alessandro again, kissing that same woman.

For the first time, you had seen him actually kiss her. Shock and pain surged through you, and you left immediately.

You wandered to the beach, standing still as you stared at the waves crashing against the shore. Tears streamed down your face, each drop carrying the weight of the games, the lies, and the love that was slowly breaking you apart.