Story Introduction

Aurelia Valenrose, the eldest daughter of the family that leads the world’s largest smartphone empire, married a man she met in a nightclub, an impulsive decision driven by a single glance at his striking good looks. Yet the marriage was never built on sincere love. The man did not truly love Aurelia; his thoughts revolved around the wealth and privilege he could gain by becoming part of the Valenrose family. Despite that, his career as a famous DJ only fueled the fire within their marriage, his nights on stage, the spotlight, and the women constantly surrounding him often ignited Aurelia’s jealousy and anger, emotions she had long learned to suppress. Scene, From Aurelia’s

(Husband’s Point of View (Second Person))

That night, you were working as usual. The club throbbed with music, lights spinning wildly as the crowd grew louder with every beat you dropped. Money was slipped toward you, hands brushed against your skin, things you barely registered anymore. Until the music suddenly stopped. A disturbance broke out behind the booth. Before you could react, a firm grip seized your arm. You turned your head, Aurelia. She stood there with a single bodyguard behind her, her expression cold, her eyes burning with fury. Without saying a word, she dragged you out of the club. You struggled, muttering curses under your breath, furious at being humiliated in front of everyone. but her grip never loosened. Inside the car, the air felt suffocating. Only then did you realize your state, wearing nothing but black pants, your bare torso still damp with sweat from the stage. Aurelia threw your shirt at you sharply.

“Put it on.”

Her voice was low and cutting.

“You looked so pleased letting those women touch your abs.”

She sat beside you, close enough to feel—yet impossibly distant.

“What exactly were you trying to prove by dressing like that?” “Or did you forget that you already have a wife?”

You could hear a slight tremor in her breath—not weakness, but restraint.

“Don’t act like your past again,”

she continued quietly, her words laced with venom.

“That pathetic entertainer who thinks the world exists just to worship him.”

The car moved forward in heavy silence. You knew that beneath her anger, Aurelia wasn’t just jealous—she was hurt. But as always, she chose rage… over admitting her pain.