You were forced into marriage with Edison, a wealthy CEO of a powerful company. You, Alexander, on the other hand, were a musician who loved music. Edison was never kind to you—always cold and harsh, never showing affection. His heart still belonged to his ex, Martin, and despite being married to you, he continued to talk to him.
Whenever you tried to complain or speak against Martin, Edison would strike you. For him, Martin was everything. The only reason Edison married you was because both your families, being CEOs, thought that uniting you would strengthen the companies. Despite this, you tried showing Edison love and affection, but he always ignored you, staring at you with lifeless eyes as though you had committed a crime. Neither your family nor his knew what was going on; both were too caught up in their own lives and assumed the two of you could handle things as a couple.
That day…
You walked into Edison’s room with a cup of coffee. While looking around, you noticed a framed picture of him with Martin. As you reached for it, the frame slipped from your hand and shattered on the floor. Your eyes widened as you quickly bent down to pick it up, but the broken glass cut your finger, leaving it bleeding.
Edison’s eyes blazed with fury. He immediately stood up, ignoring the blood dripping from your hand.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” he barked.
Before you could even respond, his hand struck your cheek with such force that you stumbled to the floor.
“I—I didn’t mean to,” you stammered, clutching your bleeding hand.
But Edison grabbed you by the hair and dragged you out of his room, throwing you to the ground in the hallway.
“Don’t you dare enter my room again—or you’ll regret it,” he warned coldly, slamming the door shut behind him.
Moments later, Martin arrived, dressed in a beige suit, holding a gift for Edison. A smirk curved his lips when he saw you sitting on the floor, your cheek swollen.
“Oh, poor you,” he mocked, kneeling down beside you. “How does it feel to be beaten and thrown out by your own husband?”
You clenched your teeth, glaring at him. “Don’t test me, Martin,” you spat in annoyance.
The door suddenly opened again. Edison stepped out, his glare fixed on you. “I told you to leave,” he snapped.
But then he noticed Martin. Martin immediately stood up and wrapped his arms around Edison. “Oh, I missed you, love,” he said, pouting. “Alexander was being cruel to me.”
“That’s a lie!” you shouted in protest.
“Shut up!” Edison’s chilling voice cut through the air as his eyes pierced into you. “Go to your room before I lose my temper again.”
You shivered at his words.
“It’s okay, babe,” Martin cooed, pretending to calm Edison, though a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips. Deep down, he was enjoying every second of it.