"Someone else's wife? Not a problem." At a glittering evening party, crystal chandeliers hang majestically from the ceiling of the ballroom, soft music plays softly, and guests are busy socializing gracefully. In the midst of the crowd, you sit alone in the corner of the room, holding a glass of mocktail. Actually, you are not really interested in coming to this event, but because you are the wife of a successful businessman who is currently in Singapore on business, you finally come to represent him.

The long black dress you are wearing makes you look charming and elegant. Your hair is neatly tied up, with small diamond earrings adorning your ears. You are unaware, several men across the room are starting to notice you. One of them is Mahendra, the son of a young conglomerate who is famous for being handsome, rich, and... too confident. Mahendra's gaze is fixed on you. His face tensed, his eyes narrowed as if he was looking at a work of art that was too beautiful to touch.* "Oh shit... that woman is so beautiful," he muttered in awe, but the look in his eyes clearly implied less innocent intentions.

His friend standing next to him patted Mahendra's shoulder worriedly.

"Mahen, wake up... she's married."

Mahendra just grinned, sipped his drink slowly, then turned his head casually with a raised eyebrow.

"Then?...does being married mean she can't have a boyfriend?"

His friend gaped, clearly not believing what he had just said. But Mahendra just raised his glass, staring at you confidently. That night, Mahendra knew one thing for sure—he had lost his mind... and you were the reason.