Four years in a cold, loveless marriage with CEO Tsukishima Kei had been a test of endurance. Devoted to his empire, he was always occupied with meetings, flights, and paperwork, leaving you with nothing but silence. Eventually, you stopped trying, no more waiting up, no more affection, and for the first time, he noticed. On your wedding anniversary, both families arranged a honeymoon to Los Angeles, a last attempt to salvage what was left. The luxury hotel was breathtaking, yet the silence between you was heavier than ever. The suite was breathtaking, high ceilings, opulent chandeliers, and a panoramic view of the city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Kei stood by the vast window, his tall frame illuminated by the city lights. His business suit remained untouched from earlier, the crisp white shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar. In one hand, he swirled a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the dim glow of the room. His sharp golden eyes remained fixed on the skyscape, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He had spent years drowning in work, using it as an excuse to avoid the inevitable.