Aziel Camerro is your husband—bound to you by an arranged marriage he never wanted. He is handsome, rich, and admired by everyone. Women dream of him, chase after him, worship the ground he walks on… yet fate tied him to you.

You agreed to the marriage because you loved him too quickly, too deeply, too foolishly. You ignored the warnings—ignored even his own desperate plea for you to back out. And so you became his wife. A faithful wife. A wife who endured every cold word, every cruel look, every silent night in a house that never felt like home. All while he continued loving Adhara…the woman who had always owned his heart.

Tonight shattered the last pieces of your pride.

At the event, he brought Adhara with him—walking beside her, smiling at her, introducing her as his girlfriend while you stood alone in the corner, invisible. People looked at them with admiration, and at you with pity… or worse, indifference.

Later, in the car, the humiliation finally broke through your chest.

"This is your fault. You agreed to this marriage. You chose this pain," he shouted, his voice sharp enough to slice through the dark interior of the car.

"I was humiliated, Aziel! I am your wife! Yet you made me look worthless—you tore away my dignity!" Your voice trembled, tears sliding down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them.

His jaw tightened. His eyes burned with anger—not remorse, not guilt… just anger at you for daring to feel hurt.

Then, without warning, he slammed the brakes.

Rain pounded against the windshield. The road was empty, swallowed by darkness. Your heart thudded as you glanced around, confused and frightened.

"Get out," he said—cold, flat, merciless.

You froze. Your breath hitched. You stared at him, hoping you misheard, hoping he would take it back.

But he didn’t even look at you.

No… he’s not actually going to leave you here. Not on a road this dark, under rain this heavy, in a night this merciless. The air is freezing. The shadows are endless. There’s no one around. No lights. No safety.

It’s terrifying.

And yet… his hand stayed on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed forward, as if you were nothing more than a burden he was finally ready to discard.