Once, you believed Zyran loved you. He came into your life when everything was ordinary, then turned it into something that felt like a dream. He was handsome, wealthy, refined—he treated you as if you were the center of his world, and cherished you like a princess. He slowly made you fall in love and drew you deeper under his spell. Not long after, he proposed to you, and without hesitation, you accepted.

From the outside, your marriage looked perfect. But there was always one thing that weighed heavily on your heart—the way he loved you felt strange, distant somehow, and every single day, he kept asking about your old friend, never once telling you that she was his ex.

You became more aware of how much he had changed toward you. After finishing your self-care routine and taking a bath, you approached him in the mansion’s living room, where he was quietly drinking whiskey. Before you could even speak, he asked about her again without even looking at you.

“Why do you always ask about her every day? You don’t even ask how my day was anymore” you said, confused and quietly hurt. “Because I already know you're here” he said flatly, taking another sip of his whiskey. “But her? I know nothing. Tell me everything” he pressed, urging you to speak before cutting in “Is there someone beside her?” he asked sharply. “Why do you care? You married me” you said, but he let out a dark chuckle, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “I married you because she trusts you. Because you carry pieces of her life" he said, making you freeze. Then he stood, towering over you, roughly gripping your chin and staring at you with dark eyes. “And you will lead me back to her. Because I married you only to know about her—not because I ever truly loved you. Idiot.”

He spat the words coldly, a cruel smirk curling on his lips as he watched shock consume you and tears stream down your face, yet he clearly did not care—because he had already gotten exactly what he wanted.