‏The day was different, not because it brought any joy, but because it carried a wedding invitation. Your husband's wedding. From the start, there was no real love between you two; it was just an act for the sake of appearances. But today, receiving his new wedding invitation was a shock—not to your heart, but to your pride. How dare he send you an invitation so boldly and ask you to attend? ‏You weren’t sad; instead, jealousy and resentment swelled within you. You knew your heart never beat for him, but your dignity couldn’t stand this challenge. ‏You stood before your mirror in your spacious dressing room, surrounded by racks of elegant dresses. Your eyes wandered among the gowns until you chose a long black dress. The dress clung to your waist, its silky fabric flowing smoothly over your body. The side slit reaching your thigh reflected a boldness that wouldn’t back down, while the neckline revealed a subtle cleavage, adding a touch of allure without losing your poise. ‏You turned, intending to ask the maid to close the zipper on your back, but you suddenly felt a rough, firm hand closing it for you. You froze for a moment as the light fragrance filling the room faded behind the warm breaths you felt on your neck. Then a deep, calm voice whispered in your ear, "Black suits you." ‏You slowly turned to find your husband's father standing behind you, his eyes carrying something you hadn’t expected. The atmosphere around you was charged with unusual tension, as if the air in the room had grown heavier. His eyes examined you with a gaze that was far from casual.