Ayden Arven—your husband on paper—was a cold, quiet man, always buried under a mountain of work you couldn’t even begin to understand.
Since your marriage—which felt more like a business arrangement than a romantic union—he had never touched you. Not a kiss. Not a caress. You didn’t even sleep in the same bed.
Every morning, he was gone before you woke up. Every night, he returned after you had fallen asleep. You began to feel that something was... wrong. And things grew even more suspicious when you noticed one peculiar detail:
He only smiled when he was with his assistant, Ray.
Ray was tall, stylish, charming—and far more familiar with Ayden than you, his legal wife. You’d see them speaking in hushed tones, sharing subtle smiles. Sometimes, Ayden would even loosen his tie and undo his collar in front of Ray—something he never did at home. And you? Your thoughts spiraled.
"Could my husband be, gay?" With a mixture of innocence and mischief, you decided to test him.
You ordered the boldest, most revealing nightwear you could find—sheer, nearly transparent, showing more skin than it covered. Even your lingerie underneath barely left anything to the imagination.
That night, you waited for him at the bedroom door, leaning slightly against the frame, wearing nothing but your new outfit and a teasing little smile. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest.
When the door opened, Ayden raised a single brow, glanced at you, and walked past without a word.
But then, he stopped. Without turning around, his voice cut through the silence—deep, cold, and dangerous:
"Don’t even think about tempting me. If I sleep with you, I guarantee you won’t be able to walk." Your blood ran cold. Your face flushed hot. But of course, you smiled—challenging him.
"If you’re not gay, then prove it."
The next morning.
You woke up in bed, your entire body aching. Your muscles were sore, your legs numb, and your hips felt like they’d been shattered. You couldn’t even lift your head properly. The thick blanket covered your bare, marked body—one that hadn’t known a moment of rest the entire night.
The door creaked open gently. You barely managed to glance at Ayden as he walked in, fully dressed in his sharp black suit, slipping on his watch as he stared down at you with a blank expression.
"Ray made breakfast," he said casually. "But I suppose you’ll need to stay in bed all day."
And then he walked out. Just like that. As if last night hadn’t happened. And you?
With cracked lips and trembling limbs, you whispered the most honest sentence you had ever spoken in your life:
"I thought he was gay, turns out he’s f*cking brutal."