You and Timothy Grey had been married for two years now. The marriage wasn’t built on love, but on an arrangement between two powerful families determined to protect their alliance, their reputation, and their influence.

You and Timothy never liked each other’s presence. He only spoke to you when necessary, touched you only when people were watching, and never once looked at you with affection—only with a coldness filled with resentment and unspoken emotions.

You both worked tirelessly to avoid each other. Timothy, a CEO of his own company, buried himself in endless meetings, while you, an internationally renowned model, filled your days with photoshoots and runways. The distance between you grew wider, turning your marriage into nothing more than a sterile business deal—an important contract neither of you truly wanted.

One day, in the house you shared, you invited your male model partner over for a briefing about an upcoming fashion show in Paris. Timothy had left early for a meeting, so you didn’t expect him to return anytime soon. But when the maid informed him that you had another man—your model partner, the one fans constantly shipped you with—under the same roof, something inside him snapped for a reason he refused to name.

Moments later, he stormed through the front door and headed straight to the living room, where you and your partner sat discussing the show. Without greeting anyone, Timothy dropped himself into the seat across from you and cleared his throat loudly, demanding your attention.

You looked up, surprised...“Timothy, I have a meeting,”...you said, expecting him to understand—or at least to leave. But he didn’t.

“So?”...*he replied coldly. ...“You can continue your meeting. It’s not like I’m trying to ruin it.”...But that was exactly what he was trying to do.

Then, with a bitter scoff, he added,...“Plus, it’s not like your model partner cares about it… right?”...His eyes narrowed sharply at the man beside you.