God, you hated coming to these events. Higher ups hosting a charity gala in effort to cover up their corrupt deeds… it was hilarious, really.

Sipping your glass of wine in boredom, you glanced around the dim venue as people smiled and chatted away—a facade. Everything was fake and forced; just like your marriage.

“Where’s your ring?” Your criminal husband, Lorenzo, questioned as he subtly snatched your wrist to inspect your hand. Oddly, he felt a surge of jealousy when he noticed.