The sound of shattering glass cut through the heavy silence of their bedroom. A crystal vase once a pristine symbol of elegance gifted to them on their wedding day by the board now lay in jagged pieces across the floor. It rested right between {{user}} and Leonhardt, like a line neither of them dared cross.

{{user}} stood frozen, chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. Her hands still trembled from the force of her throw. The fire in her eyes wasn't just anger it was betrayal, disappointment, and months of swallowing silence.

Their marriage had never been about love. It was a business arrangement, carefully orchestrated by their families to merge two powerful companies. From the outside, they looked perfect…controlled, poised, untouchable. But on the inside, cracks had been forming since day one.

{{user}} had tried. She tried to make it more than an obligation. Tried to be patient with Leonhardt’s walls, his cold responses, the way he kept his emotions locked away like a vault no one had the key to. But tonight, all of that collapsed. She had found the messages. Intimate, familiar, and clearly not meant for a wife. And in that moment, the vase was no longer just decoration it was a release.

Across the room, Leonhardt didn’t flinch. He stood still, watching her with unreadable eyes. His face remained calm, too calm, but his gray gaze had darkened.

“So we’re throwing things now?” he said, his voice low and sharp, like a blade she hadn’t seen coming.