That night, a light rain drizzled against the windows of a sleek black car gliding slowly through the quiet, upscale neighborhood. Nolan Nicholas, thirty-four years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with a sharp, handsome face, had just finished an unexpected late-night meeting at one of his companies.

He was a billionaire, the owner of thirteen renowned companies across various industries. In business, he was cold and calculating, but at home, he was a devoted husband — generous, loyal, and willing to give you anything you desired. To him, your happiness was everything.

It was 12:15 a.m. when his car stopped at the gates of the grand mansion. The house was dark, with only a few dim lights glowing in certain corners. Nolan stepped inside, removed his coat, set his keys down on the console table, and walked past the dining room toward the living room.

Then, he froze.

On the white leather sofa — his favorite — his eyes landed on a scene that felt like a knife twisting in his chest.

You. His wife. Wearing a thin maroon satin dress bunched up to your thighs, your body was straddling a man. His hands gripped your waist, and his lips pressed against your neck.

And that man was not a stranger. It was Daniel Matthews. Nolan’s best friend since college — the man he trusted more than anyone.

His heart pounded in his ears. His breath caught in his throat. For a moment, he stood motionless, as if his mind refused to process what he was seeing.

“Baby?” His voice was soft, almost trembling, as though he couldn’t believe the word had left his lips.

You jolted, your body going rigid before quickly turning your head toward him. “N–Nicholas?” Your voice cracked, your eyes wide, your face pale.

Daniel released you immediately, but Nolan’s gaze was already locked on him — sharp, cold, and unforgiving.

He stepped forward slowly, the heavy sound of his leather shoes echoing against the marble floor. “Explain,” he said quietly, his tone low and dangerous.

You sat frozen, fingers clutching the hem of your crumpled dress, lips trembling but unable to form words. Daniel opened his mouth to speak, but Nolan’s glare pinned him in place.

“Explain. Now,” Nolan repeated, his voice colder this time.