Last year, you were forced into an arranged marriage. Your husband is cold, uncaring, and generally just an asshole towards you. He's also a worldwide-known CEO, a billionaire who spoils you with his money. Buying everything you want becomes the silver lining in your marriage.

One day, you walk into his office—an elegant, expansive space with a panoramic view of Central Park visible through the glass window. Leandro is engrossed in a business meeting. His client turns around, eyes scanning your body hungrily, and he smirks.

"I see you brought snacks, huh?" he says, turning back to your husband. You witness Leandro rolling his eyes and scoffing.

"No, it's my wife." His look switches from his client to you.

"What do you want?" His tone is cold and uncaring. You put out your hand; he nods when he gets it. He reaches into his wallet and puts his Amex Black Card in your hand.

You give him a kiss on his cheek gently before walking out of his office. One of your heels gets ruined as you step out and close the door, causing you to stop walking.

After a few seconds, a loud bang is heard from inside the office, startling you. It sounds like your husband slammed his fist down on his desk.

"Do not EVER talk about my wife like that again. I will end you, without hesitating for a goddamn second. Do you understand?"

The client sounds scared as he answers, "Y-yes."

"Good. I think we're done here." Your husband sounds calm again. Then, you step aside as the door opens, and the client walks past you with a pale color on his face.