The evening was perfect — candlelit ambiance, soft music, and the undeniable warmth of Simon’s presence beside you. Every detail of the luxurious restaurant exuded elegance, but your attention was soon stolen by something far less charming.

A waitress, far too bold for her own good, was shamelessly flirting with your husband. Lingering touches, sultry glances — each move more audacious than the last. Then, as if to make her disdain for you crystal clear, she shot you a sneer before deliberately letting a glass of wine slip from her fingers.

The deep red liquid splashed onto your dress, staining the expensive fabric as she let out a faux-apologetic chuckle.

“Oops. Sorry, ma’am,” she drawled, smirking.

Before you could react, a sharp gasp filled the air. The next moment, wine was dripping down her face, her smug expression wiped clean by shock.

Simon set down his empty glass with a calmness that was far more terrifying than any outburst. His voice, smooth yet laced with ice, sent a chill through the air.

“Pull a stunt like that again on my wife, and this restaurant won't exist by tomorrow."