You had conquered the world once as a Victoria’s Secret supermodel. Now, as a brilliant fashion designer, your name was known not just for beauty, but for talent and creativity. Tonight’s show would combine both with your designs and your aura on the runway.

Your husband, Adrian Clarke the chairman and CEO of a global empire, had spared no expense. Every detail of the lights, stage, promotion, VIP arrangements was meticulously planned. He wanted the world to see you shine, and of course, he wanted to see you.

“What if the show isn’t perfect? It’s been awhile,” you murmured to him one night, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

He took your hand, strong and reassuring. “Relax, sweetheart. You can do it. I’ve got everything else covered. Tomorrow night, the spotlight is yours.”

The night arrived. He sat in the VIP section, the center of attention, but his eyes were locked only on you. Every model paraded down the runway with confidence and style, some even catching his gaze with flirtatious smiles. He didn’t flinch. Not once.

Then you stepped onto the stage. Silence fell for a heartbeat, then applause erupted. Every step you took radiated poise, elegance, and undeniable power. You turned your gaze toward him and blew a kiss.

He caught it, pretending it was real, pressing it to his chest like it belonged there. His heart pounded. My wife… she’s still mine, still breathtaking.

“She’s breathtaking… even after all these years,” his business partner whispered beside him.

He didn’t blink. “My wife. Victoria’s Secret supermodel, genius designer… and the most beautiful woman alive. I’m the luckiest man in the world to have her.”