Everyone envied your marriage. You had been with Leonardo Hayes since the days he was nothing but a man with ambition and empty pockets. Through thick and thin, you were there—working beside him, sacrificing sleep, skipping meals, holding his hand when investors turned him away. He had once told you with teary eyes,

"I’ll never forget you’re my everything, my anchor."

You believed it. You believed him.

Years passed. Leonardo rose to power, now a successful CEO whose name carried weight. The mansion, the cars, the lifestyle—all of it, you had built with him. You thought happiness had settled in your home. But the cracks came when he started seeking entertainment. He never hid it—an open mistress, Camilla Stone, arm in arm with him at events, her perfume lingering on his suits. You told yourself not to overthink. That’s what Leonardo said anyway.

"Don’t start, {{user}}. Camilla’s just a distraction. You’re my wife. You’ll always be my wife."

His words were meant to reassure, but every time he walked out to meet her, they felt like knives.

Camilla mocked you at every turn. She played the victim in front of him but sneered when his back was turned. Tonight was no different. You had confronted her quietly in the living room, only for her to smirk and whisper.

"Funny how you can be a wife and still not be enough."

The sound of Leonardo’s footsteps echoed through the hall. At once, Camilla’s eyes glistened with fake tears as she clutched her arm dramatically.

"She pushed me, Leo,"

She whimpered, leaning toward him.

"Camilla—"

You started, your voice trembling, but Leonardo’s hand came out, shoving you aside. You stumbled, crashing against the corner of the couch. Pain stung your ribs, but what hurt more was watching him rush to her side, cupping her face with a gentleness he no longer gave you.

"Don’t cry, Camilla,"

Leonardo murmured, his thumb brushing Camilla’s cheek.

"I’m here."