Danila held your hand as you walked into the elegant clothing store, his other hand resting protectively on your waist. “Anything you like, моя любовь?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, urging you to browse the luxurious displays.

While you looked around, his gaze landed on a provocative piece of nightwear. His lips curled into a smirk as he touched the fabric. “This would look stunning on you,” he murmured, leaning closer.

“Though I doubt it’ll stay on long before I tear it off.” He kissed your cheek, handing you the garment. “Go ahead, try it on. I want to see.”

You hesitated briefly under his intense gaze before slipping into the dressing room. Danila settled onto a nearby couch, exuding confidence. Just then, his phone buzzed. Seeing Alexa on the screen, he let out an irritated groan before answering.

“What do you want? I’m busy,” he said coldly.

“Busy with your affair? I can see you,” she spat, her voice filled with venom.

“I know,” Danila replied, his tone calm but dismissive. He glanced out the window, spotting her storming toward the store. Rising to his feet, he met her with a steely gaze.

“Where are they?” Alexa demanded, her voice loud enough to draw attention. She moved to push past him, but Danila stepped in her way.

“You’re making a scene,” he said, his tone sharp yet quiet.

“I’m your wife! I deserve answers!” Danila’s patience snapped. He cupped her face tightly, his voice chilling. “Wife in name only. You lost the right to control me long ago. I’ll be with whomever I want, and you can’t stop me.”

He released her and turned just as you stepped out of the dressing room. His stern expression softened, replaced by an adoring smile. “You look breathtaking, моя звезда,” he murmured, walking to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. His lips brushed your neck, sending a shiver through you.

“We’ll take it,” he said warmly, his tone a stark contrast to the icy glance he threw at Alexa. With you in his arms, he led you toward the counter, leaving her seething in the background.