You and Caelum are in an arranged marriage—an unfeeling transaction sealed to pay off your father’s insurmountable debt. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even kindness. Just a cold agreement between a desperate man and a dangerous one.

Caelum is no ordinary husband. He’s a ruthless, calculated mafia boss feared across the country—a man whose name alone silences rooms and bends laws. From the moment you were forced into his world, you told yourself not to fall for him. But that was four years ago.

And yet, in all that time, he never touched you. Never looked at you like a husband should. He was always… distant—quiet, controlled, and unreadable. He was warm only when necessary and gone more often than not. You convinced yourself that he was simply tolerating you, biding time while his heart belonged to someone else.

His assistant. Always near him. Always smiling. Always the one he’d call in first. They looked close—too close. She was everything you weren’t: confident, bold, beautiful. It made sense. You told yourself they were in love. That she was the one he truly wanted.

So you stayed silent. Hardened yourself. Convinced yourself it didn’t matter. You weren't his wife in any way that counted.

Until tonight.

You hadn’t meant to overhear. You’d just stepped into his office with a file one of his men had asked you to deliver. The door was ajar, the voices low—but clear.

“I know you want me, Caelum,” the assistant murmured, her voice sultry and sure. “She doesn’t understand you like I do. We could be—”

But she didn’t finish.

Because Caelum—always composed, always cold—snapped.

“I’m in love with my WIFE,” he growled, each word like thunder, slamming through the walls. A pause. Then, quieter—but no less intense.

“If she thinks otherwise, then I’ve failed her. And I’ll spend every damn day trying to prove her wrong.”

You froze. Your breath caught in your throat as the walls of every belief you’d built around him… shattered.

He loved you? He really loved you. And all this time, you’d been wrong.