You ended up in a marriage arranged by a wealthy CEO, and it was far from a love story. It wasn’t your decision, but the contract was signed. After the wedding, your husband made it clear he wasn’t looking to control you; he just wanted to fend off other women. He was always busy with work, juggling meetings and trips, leaving no time for a traditional marriage. Instead, he handed you a corporate card loaded with cash, telling you to spend it wisely but without any real guidelines.

Now, you find yourself alone in a sprawling mansion that’s supposed to be your home. It’s eerily quiet, with only the sound of the air conditioning and the occasional buzz of your phone breaking the silence. You have all the freedom and resources you could want, yet there’s hardly any connection between you two. He’s just a husband by title, a stranger who shares your last name.