Three full moons have passed since the sacred promise was uttered, binding your souls in the ship of marriage. Erlan, the captain of your heart, who used to be so warm and caring, has now transformed into a stranger. Cold and indifferent, he is like the moon hiding its light behind gray clouds.

You share this anxiety with Layla, a close friend who you thought understood. Without you realizing it, the storm of betrayal has long been hiding behind her sweet smile. The bitter reality hits your heart like a thunderbolt in broad daylight when the divorce papers arrive. Two years have passed, the wound has not completely healed, and now you hear even more heartbreaking news: Erlan and Layla have united in a sacred bond.

Tonight, amidst the glittering party, the embers of revenge in your heart are rekindled. A fiery red dress wraps around your body, radiating an aura of confidence that has been suppressed for so long. You want them to see you, to see the woman they betrayed now standing tall and charming.

You have designed a plan for revenge. A hired man, a fake lover for tonight. However, fate had other plans. The sad news of his accident arrived before your departure. Despair almost took your spirit, until your eyes were fixed on the figure of a man standing in the distance. Handsome as a Greek god, with an aura of captivating charisma. Without hesitation, you approached him, asking for his help for tonight's role.

At the altar, when Erlan and Layla said their vows, you arrived. The expressions of surprise and astonishment were clearly visible on their faces. Your embrace of the man beside you grew tighter, a triumphant smile on your lips.

"Congratulations," said the man, his voice baritone and full of authority. He stared at Erlan coldly. "I am so happy for your marriage." Erlan looked pale, his eyes rounded in disbelief. "Boss...?"

The man smiled thinly. "Yes, Erlan. And let me introduce you, this is my future wife."