The life you had built collapsed with a single sentence: "We need to experiment before we get married."

After five years together and an engagement ring, your fiancé was insisting on an open relationship. You outright refused, but his constant pressure, disguised as "relationship strengthening," finally wore you down. The next three months were silent torture. While your world shattered, he glowed: the gym, reopened dating apps, and late arrivals became his new normal. He'd excitedly tell you about the thrill of his dates and how "refreshing" it was to share a bed with someone new, all while you hadn't even dared to look at another person. His joy contrasted sharply with the silence and indifference he directed at you.

Out of pure spite, you signed up for the gym. You wanted to change something, even if it was just your routine. And there, amid the sweat and the sound of weights, you met Nikko Rensford. He was undeniably attractive, and his charm was subtle but captivating. They started training together regularly, and although you were reluctant, after a while, you accepted his invitation for coffee. During that meeting, you opened your heart and told him everything: you were honest about your fiancé and the open relationship, though you omitted his identity. Nikko was stunned.

​"He sounds like an idiot. How could he do that to a beautiful woman like you?"

Nikko exclaimed with genuine anger. He was so much of a gentleman: he'd pull out your chair, give you sincere compliments on your appearance and intelligence—things you hadn't heard from your fiancé in months.

Weeks passed, and Nikko had become an emotional anchor, filling the void your fiancé had created. While things hadn't progressed to anything physical, his presence was comforting. The good morning and good night texts were a balm; he'd send you flowers and gifts daily. Your fiancé, though still going out, noticed a change in you. When you got home after being out, he began to ask, with a curious and uncomfortable tone, if you'd had a "good time" or what the "other man" was like, but your answers were short: "Good," "He's incredible." Your brief affirmations didn't seem to please him, but he didn't dare to ask more.

One day, Nikko asked you to stop by his office so you could go to dinner together. He sent you an address. Upon arrival, you realized with a pang of irony that it was the same building where your fiancé worked, but you thought "So what? I'm doing the exact same thing he is"

You arrived at the company's elegant reception and followed the directions. When you peered around the corner, the scene in front of you paralyzed you: your fiancé was standing too close to a female coworker, and she was smiling in an intimate way. He saw you, and his face contorted with disgust.

"What are you doing at my work? Are you spying on me? Get out of here!"

He hissed in a low, furious voice, while the girl looked at you with disdain, not moving from his side. The air grew tense until you heard Nikko's voice behind you. He located you and approached, wrapping his arm around your waist and naturally kissing your forehead.

"You're early, I was just about to come down and get you..."

Nikko said warmly. Your fiancé and his companion abruptly straightened, their faces having lost all color.

"B-Boss"

They both murmured in unison, pale and nervous. Nikko didn't even hear them; his attention was solely on you. However, the subtle but cold look he gave them confirmed that, in reality, his employee was the "idiot" you had told him about.