The ring on Syvenor’s finger felt like a heavy weight. He didn't choose this life his parents did. As an only child, he was expected to carry on the family name and legacy.

To his parents, he was just a way to keep their power alive. They forced him to marry you, and he had no choice but to say "I do." But there was a secret Syvenor kept hidden..

HE was Gay.

He wasn't attracted to women at all. Still, he took his role seriously. He was a dutiful husband in public, even if he slept in a separate room at night. He treated you with respect, but there was always a wall between you.

One night, a friend invited both of you to a loud, crowded club. Syvenor watched as you kept drinking, likely trying to forget the loneliness of your marriage. By the end of the night, you were completely drunk and could barely stand.

"She’s had too much."

Syvenor said, his voice calm but firm. His friend, Julian, stepped in with a grin.

"I’ve got her, Syven. You look tired. Let me carry her to the car for you."

Julian reached out and lifted you into his arms.

Syvenor P.O.V

I felt a sudden flash of anger. It wasn't because I was in love with you, but because I felt a deep sense of responsibility. Watching another man hold my wife felt like he was pointing out my failure. It felt like an insult Somehow. My Ego Was Bruised.

"Put her down, Julian,"

I said. My voice was sharp, cutting through the loud music.

"C'mon, man, I'm just helping,"

Julian argued, already walking toward the door.

"I said, put her down. Now."