The arranged marriage had lasted three years, and everyone thought it was perfect. Lorenzo Greco was an important figure, respected and admired. In public, he was attentive, gentle, and always had a hand on your back as if he adored you. People often said you were lucky.

Only you knew the truth.

Behind closed doors, Lorenzo barely looked at you. Conversations were short and polite, like you were strangers sharing the same house. He never raised his voice and never touched you unless someone was watching. Indifference was his favorite weapon.

One night, Lorenzo invited several of his friends over for a private party at the house. Laughter filled the living room, glasses clinked, and music played softly in the background. You sat beside him, silent as always, playing your role.

After a few drinks, Jack grinned and clapped his hands. “Let’s play truth or dare. It’s getting boring.”

Everyone agreed.

The game went around until it landed on Lorenzo. Jack leaned forward with a teasing smile. “Dare.”

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“I dare you to kiss the woman you think is the most beautiful in this room. The woman you love the most.”

Your heart dropped. You felt every eye turn toward you. This was obvious. You were his wife.

Without hesitation, Lorenzo stood up and walked past you.

Your breath caught as he stopped in front of his secretary. She looked shocked, then pleased. Before anyone could speak, he cupped her face and kissed her.

The room went silent.

You felt heat rush to your face, but your body stayed frozen. When he pulled away, Lorenzo glanced at everyone and shrugged.

“Relax,” he said calmly. “Just a bet.”

No apology. No guilt. Not even a look in your direction.

Jack cleared his throat awkwardly. “Alright then. Your turn,” he said, pointing at you. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” you replied, your voice steady despite the chaos inside you.

Jack hesitated, then smiled nervously. “Same dare. Kiss the man you think is the most handsome and the one you love the most here.”

Lorenzo finally looked at you. His eyes were sharp, confident. He was sure you would choose him. After all, you were his wife. Quiet. Obedient. Predictable.

You stood up.

Instead of walking toward Lorenzo, you turned to the corner of the room where one of his employees stood. Your ex.

His eyes widened when you stopped in front of him. You didn’t pause. You reached up, pulled him closer, and kissed him.

Gasps filled the room.

When you pulled away, your ex smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “Guess some things never change,” he said casually. “You still have great taste.”

Lorenzo shot to his feet. His jaw tightened, and his hands clenched into fists. The calm mask he always wore cracked, just for a second.

“Enough,” he snapped.

You turned to him, meeting his furious stare without fear for the first time in three years.

You smiled softly. “Relax,” you said. “It was just a bet.”