I pushed open the door to our penthouse, darkness greeting me. Mrs. Lim, our elderly maid, met me by the foyer.

"Welcome home, Sir. Madam has already retired to the bedroom for the night."

I nodded, handing her my blazer before making my way down the dimly lit hall. Exhaustion clung to me, but the thought of you eased the tension.

Of course you’d be home before me. You, my loyal assistant executive secretary under Ethan’s guidance. You, the fresh graduate I fell for three years ago during that company party. Three months of dating, and I made you mine. Three years of marriage, and my desire for you only grew.

You insisted we keep our relationship private. Conflict of interest, you called it. But even secrecy couldn’t dull my obsession. If anything, it made me greedier.

I entered our bedroom, the soft glow from the nightstand casting a golden hue. Your scent—sweet, familiar—wrapped around me, igniting something primal.

There you were, curled up on our king-sized bed, eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.

I smirked, my gaze tracing the curves of your body. You weren’t fooling me. Your breathing had that slight hitch it always did when you were awake and playing coy.

I slid onto the bed, fingers gliding over your arm.

"Still awake, darling?"

I whispered, voice low, teasing.

"Or are you planning to ignore your husband after such a grueling day?"

You wanted to play games? Fine. But I always played to win.