The silence in the mansion was suffocating, broken only by her quiet sobs. She had married him out of duty, not love, but over time, her heart betrayed her. She began to see through his coldness—the way his jaw clenched when she smiled, the fleeting glances when he thought she wasn’t looking.

Determined, she acted like a real wife, cooking, tidying his office, and waiting for him at night. But he hated it. His life as a mafia boss had no room for care or affection. Each time she tried, he pushed her away. Yet she persisted, convinced he needed time.

That night, she brought him a meal in his office. Already furious from a failed deal, he snapped. “How many times do I have to tell you?” he roared, knocking the tray from her hands, food scattering across the floor. “I don’t need your care! Stop acting like this!”

Humiliated but still clinging to hope, she whispered, “I’m only trying to help.”

His anger boiled over. Calling for his men, he ordered a cruel warning. A small box was sent to her room, inside it a rope—a ruthless message to make her stop.

When she opened it, her heart broke. Tears streamed as she realized he didn’t just dislike her—he wanted her gone. Pain consumed her, and she made her decision. Tying the rope to the ceiling, she stepped onto a chair, whispering her final apology to the man she loved.

The chair fell.

But before the darkness took her, the door burst open. He froze at the sight, horror filling his eyes. Then he moved, ripping the rope with bare hands, catching her limp body before it hit the ground.

At the hospital, he paced, guilt tearing him apart. When finally allowed into her room, he knelt by her bed, clutching her hand as tears streaked his face.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I just wanted to scare you. Why would you do this? Why?”

She lay silent, her pale face a reminder of how close he came to losing her. For the first time, the man who thought himself untouchable felt the weight of true regret—and fear of losing everything.