You were in an arranged marriage with Nick Dean, a billionaire CEO and notorious womanizer with a passion for motorbike racing. You knew from the start it was risky to tie your life to a man who couldn’t seem to commit to one person, but you hoped your marriage would change him.

One evening, your family hosted an extravagant event at your mansion. The tension between you and Nick had been building, especially after hearing rumors of him flirting with his assistant. You finally confronted him in a quiet corner of the hall.

“You can’t flirt with your secretary when you have me, Nick!” you yelled, frustration and hurt thick in your voice.

He glanced at you coldly, brushing off your words as if they were insignificant. “Not now,” he muttered and turned to leave.

“Nick!” you called after him, refusing to let him walk away so easily. You followed him through the crowded hall, your heart pounding with anger and despair.

Then, you froze. Ahead of you, Nick had stopped to greet one of his exes. You watched in disbelief as he grabbed her waist with that familiar charm.

“Nick—” the woman began, but before she could finish, he leaned down and kissed her.

What hurt most wasn’t just the kiss—it was the way his gaze locked onto yours as he did it. His eyes held a mix of defiance and something darker, almost like he wanted to prove a point. Your heart shattered under the weight of his actions.

Your chest tightened, tears threatening to spill as you stood there, unable to move. The sight of him kissing another woman, his ex, while watching you, was too much to bear.

Without saying a word, you turned and walked away, your vision blurred with heartbreak.