That night, rain fell softly against the glass of the luxury car parked in the driveway of Victor Almeric’s modern-classic style mansion. Victor, thirty-five years old, a billionaire whose vast fortune came from thirteen companies spread across different countries, was a man known for his calm leadership and genius in business strategy. Yet, in front of his wife—a twenty-two-year-old woman he loved with all his heart—he was gentle and full of affection.

Victor let out a long sigh, slowly loosening his tie inside the car before finally stepping out. The clock read 11:41 PM. He knew it was far too late, but business often pushed him to the limits. The only thing that kept him going in this high-pressure world was the smile of his wife welcoming him home. His world always grew calm the moment she embraced him and murmured sweetly, “Welcome home, my husband.”

But tonight… the house was dark.

There was no warm glow from the chandelier to greet him. No aroma of dinner or the sweet perfume that usually lingered on his wife’s body. Everything felt cold and unfamiliar.

Victor unlocked the front door with his personal key. The sound of his shoes echoed against the marble floor. He called out softly, “Darling? I’m home.”

No answer.

As he walked down the long hallway toward the living room, his steps came to a halt. His heart seemed to stop beating.

In the center of the room, the crystal chandelier flickered to life as the motion sensor detected him—and under that bright light stood two figures that made Victor’s blood run cold.

You—his wife, the woman he had protected, spoiled, and loved with his entire being—were hurriedly straightening a cream silk dress that was wrinkled and slipping off your shoulders. Your hair was disheveled, your breathing unsteady. And right in front of you… Daniel.

Daniel Radner—his friend since college. A man he had considered a brother. Now standing awkwardly with his shirt mostly unbuttoned.

Victor said nothing.

His eyes locked on you, his face unreadable, but the clenched fists at his sides betrayed the storm raging inside him.

“D-darling… I… it’s not what you think,” you stammered, stepping toward him with tears starting to fall.

Victor took a step back, still silent. His gaze shifted to Daniel. “You… in my house,” he said quietly, but his tone was as sharp as a blade. “With my wife.”

Daniel lowered his head, voice low. “Victor, I… I’m sorry. I have no excuse.”

You moved quickly toward Victor, trying to take his hand. “I was lonely… you’ve been so busy, and I…”

Victor pulled his hand away.

“Too busy?” he finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly. “I built a palace for you. I gave you everything you asked for. Cars, clothes, jewelry, freedom, even trust. Was that not enough?”

Your tears fell harder, your body shaking. “I was foolish… I regret it… I don’t want to lose you…”

Victor closed his eyes briefly, as if trying to keep something inside from breaking.

“I have never loved any woman but you. I gave you my entire heart, and you… you threw it away just because I was working for our future?”

That voice was not the gentle Victor you knew. There was a deep wound in it, one that cut sharper than the betrayal itself.

Daniel took a step forward, trying to speak. “Victor, I—”

“Get out,” Victor cut him off sharply, without looking at him.

“But—”

“I don’t ever want to see you again. In any form.”