It was morning, and after finishing your meeting, you headed straight to your husband Zyair’s office—well-known as both a powerful CEO and a feared mafia boss.

When you arrived, you were about to enter when you heard a woman’s voice inside, angry and demanding. You stepped in and spoke.

“What’s happening here?”

The woman turned to you, eyes blazing.

“She’s the woman I saw! Who is she, Zyair? Tell me who she is!” she shouted, pointing at you.

“Answer me!” she yelled again, shaking Zyair’s shoulders. But Zyair stayed silent, cold eyes fixed on her.

“Say something! Please! Is she your other woman?” she cried, her voice breaking.

“Why won’t you answer me? Were you with her last night? Say something!” She hit his chest repeatedly in rage.

“Come on! Answer me!”

“I’m his wife!” you suddenly shouted.

The woman froze.

“I’m his wife. And to answer your question—yes, I was with him. He slept with me last night. Do you understand that?”

You stepped closer, voice firm.

“You have no right to call me the ‘other woman’… because you are the other woman.”