The mansion was too silent.

That kind of silence that doesn't bring peace—only threat.

Fenrik sat on the main room sofa, impeccable as always. A dark, tailored suit, a perfectly adjusted tie, his hair combed back without a single strand out of place. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, as if nothing in the world could touch him.

You stood in front of him.

"I know everything," your voice came out firm, though your chest was burning. "I know about the woman. I know about the hotel. I know you thought I'd never find out."

Fenrik let out a slow sigh and rolled his eyes, resting his head on the sofa.

"Drama over?" he said, bored. "I had a long day."

That was like adding fuel to the fire.

"Drama?" you approached. "You betrayed me. In my house. With my last name on your back."

He shrugged, took a sip of whiskey, and looked away, clearly indifferent.

— It happens. Don't turn this into a— Before he could finish the sentence, his hand moved on its own.

Smash.

The sound echoed through the room.

Fenrik's head snapped to the side. The glass almost slipped from his hand. For a second, everything froze.

You were trembling.

— Look at me when I'm talking to you — you growled, your eyes blazing. — I'm not one of your disposable girls. I'm your wife.

Fenrik ran his tongue along the corner of his mouth, tasting blood. Slowly, he turned his face back to you.

His eyes were no longer bored.

They were dark.

— You have courage — he murmured, rising from the sofa, towering over you. — Very few people raise a hand to me and remain alive.

You raised your chin, refusing to back down.

“Then listen to me.” His voice wavered, but didn’t falter. “Because I’ve endured lies, disappearances, and this damned silence for far too long. If you think you can humiliate me and get away with it, you don’t know me.”

He stood still for a few seconds, looking at you as if seeing you for the first time.

Then… a slow smile curved his lips.

“Interesting,” Fenrik said softly. “You’re not going to pretend this didn’t happen.”

“Never again,” you replied. “Either you respect me… or this house will become hell for you.”

His smile didn’t fade.

“Looks like tonight is going to be longer than I thought.”