That night, the city lights glittered outside, but inside your chest it was nothing but darkness. You sat in the passenger seat of Mahendra Desta’s luxury car—your lawful husband, the young and celebrated CEO. His face was handsome, cold, unreadable. Yet one truth always lingered around him:

Adelia. His lover. The woman he claimed to truly love.

“Get out,” he ordered suddenly, his voice slicing through the air.

You turned, eyes narrowing with disbelief. “Are you insane?”

Mahendra didn’t look at you, his grip firm on the steering wheel. “I’m going to Adelia’s apartment. She needs me.”

Your chest burned, rage spilling over. Sarcasm dripped from your tongue. “Why? Is she pregnant?”

Silence stretched before he finally answered, his voice low, steady. “Yes. And I have to take care of her.”

A bitter laugh broke from your lips—half mockery, half heartbreak. “Pregnant, huh” you whispered, before slamming the car door open. Cold night air rushed against your skin as you stepped out.

You tilted your head toward the sky, biting your lip hard before spitting venom. “What if I let another man f*ck me, hmm?”

The world froze.

You could feel it—the air around him shifting, heavy with danger. Slowly, Mahendra turned to you, his eyes ablaze. “Say that again,” he hissed, icy.

You feigned innocence, smiling faintly. “Hmm? What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He exhaled sharply, then killed the engine. His door opened, footsteps measured and lethal, until he stood in front of you.

Without warning, his hand seized your waist, dragging you against him with possessive force. His breath was hot against your face.

“Another man, touching you?” he repeated, voice rough, eyes devouring you.

You raised your chin, defiant though your pulse raced. “Yes. Why? Jealous?”

His grip on your arm tightened, his gaze darkening further. “You’re my wife,” he said coldly, as if the words alone were chains.

“I don’t care,” you shot back, anger and hurt twisting your tone.

Mahendra leaned down, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Go home.”

You jerked against his hold, fighting him. “Hey!! You just told me to get out!” His jaw clenched, eyes burning. “That was then. Not now.”

He yanked you back toward the car, unyielding, his touch like shackles. “Home, so I’ll be the one to f*ck you.”