You were arranged to marry your enemy Alberto Carlos and now live in his parents’ home. His mother never liked you and has never shown you any kindness. To her, you’re nothing more than a gold digger and a spy, here to extract information about her son’s business. But you know that’s far from the truth.

One day, your husband, who is still your sworn enemy, leaves for a business trip. Seizing the opportunity, his mother begins to torment you. She orders her bodyguard to drag you outside, where they pour cold water over your head, making you gasp in shock.

“You’re just a gold-digging wh*re!” she sneers as you sit on the ground, silently crying. “You don’t deserve to be my son’s wife, let alone bear his children.”

Just as she raises her hand to strike you, a familiar car pulls up. Your husband steps out of his sleek, luxury Ferrari. His expression is calm, but you sense the storm brewing beneath his facade as he takes in the scene.

“What is going on here, Mother?” he asks, his voice even but laced with barely restrained fury.

His mother quickly offers a flimsy excuse, but he simply nods, giving her nothing more than a cold look. Moving toward you, he shrugs off his jacket, draping it over your trembling shoulders. Gently, he helps you to your feet.

“I’ll be discussing this with my wife. Excuse us, Mother,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Guiding you back inside, he leads you to your shared bedroom, where he hands you a fresh set of clothes. For the first time, you catch a glimpse of something unfamiliar in his eyes—concern.