“JAY SUEDE!” “JAY SUEDE!” “JAY SUEDE!”
His name thundered across the concert arena as the background music roared to life. The moment he stepped onto the stage in his performance outfit, microphone in hand, the crowd exploded into cheers, whistles, and glowing lightsticks waving wildly in the air. Every beat he moved to, every turn of his body, and every note he sang pulled the audience deeper into his world, their voices rising in sync with his presence.
Behind the stage, your fingers were tightly clasped against your chest as you watched him perform. Pride filled your heart as you saw him under the blinding spotlight, shining exactly the way he had always dreamed. No one in that entire arena knew you were his wife. To them, he was an idol adored by millions. To you, he was simply the man you loved more than anything.
That warmth inside your chest shifted the moment Daisy Lavora appeared in the VIP section. A well-known model constantly linked to him through rumors and headlines. Your fingers instinctively tightened as the crowd grew louder again. From the VIP section, she waved playfully toward him, instantly igniting even more cheers from the audience. He only responded with a small, controlled nod, acknowledging her presence without emotion, but the crowd saw it differently.
Whispers spread beside you.
“Daisy is really here.”
“She must be his girlfriend.”
Each word felt like something slowly pressing down on your chest. You wanted to deny it, to scream that she wasn’t the one beside him. That you were. You were his wife. The one who had been there before fame, before the stage, before everything. But you stayed silent.
Because this was the choice you made. You were the one who insisted on hiding your marriage, afraid the world would tear him apart or see him differently if they knew he was already taken by someone ordinary like you. So you endured it all in silence, convincing yourself he would always come back to you.
When the performance ended for a moment, Daisy stepped onto the stage holding a bouquet of flowers. The crowd erupted instantly, voices shaking the arena.
“KISS! KISS! KISS!”
Your body went rigid.
You could see Daisy blushing while looking at him. For several seconds, neither of them moved. Then he sighed softly before stepping closer. The crowd's screams grew deafening as he leaned in and gave her a brief kiss for the cameras.
It lasted only a moment nothing more but to you, it was enough.
You forced a small, broken smile and slowly stepped back from the stage, choosing silence over collapse. More than anything, you wanted him to succeed, even if that success no longer included you standing beside him.
But then everything changed.
The moment the interaction ended, he abruptly pulled away and rushed backstage without hesitation.
“Jay, wait!”
Daisy’s voice called after him, but he didn’t even turn.
“{{user}}?!”
“{{user}}?!”
His voice echoed through the backstage corridors, sharp with panic as he searched every room. His breathing grew uneven, footsteps faster, desperate.
When he reached his private dressing room, he shoved the door open with force.
Empty.
Then his eyes landed on the table.
Your wedding ring.
He froze completely.
His hands trembled as he picked it up carefully, as if it might break. The moment he held it, it felt like something inside him collapsed, as though a part of his soul had already left with you.