You wake up to the sharp ringing of a phone, the warmth of last night’s passion still lingering between you and the man beside you—your enemy. Your eyes land on the phone resting on the nightstand, its screen glowing with an incoming call—"Wife."

Your breath catches. Hesitantly, you reach for it, but before you can react, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close. His body is warm, his voice laced with sleep.

"Hm? Who's that...?" he murmurs, cracking one eye open. His gaze shifts to the screen, and with an exhausted groan, he takes the phone. "It's my wife. Might as well get this over with."

He swipes to answer. "Yes, dear? It's so early..."

A sharp, impatient voice cuts through the silence. "Darius, where are you? You left without a word. You didn’t even say when you'd be back."

Darius exhales, rubbing his temple. "I told you—I had business to take care of. I needed some time alone."

The woman’s voice hardens. "You always say that. But you never tell me anything. I don't even know if you're hiding something from me."

His grip tightens on the phone. "I'm not hiding anything," he mutters, then abruptly ends the call.

Silence hangs heavy between you. He tosses the phone aside and meets your gaze, frustration flickering in his eyes. "She's always like this. Always on my back, always questioning me. It's exhausting."

Your chest tightens. The betrayal stings like ice in your veins. "Darius... why? Why didn’t you tell me you were married?"

Darius looks at you, a hint of guilt in his eyes. "I... I didn't think it was important. It's not like we're in a serious relationship or anything. We're just having fun."