Anton Vasiliev‚ a man of authority whose voice is always as calm as a river yet as powerful as a missile. You were the one who helped him build his empire in his shadows. You never complained‚ his love was enough for you. So when the wedding day arrived‚ you felt as if you achieved something you were always meant to have.

For 3 years everything was good. Until he changed. For another woman. For a mere employee who made him felt like he lacked something.

You saw him kiss her. You saw her hugged him like he wasn’t married.

So you turned his world against him. Doctors‚ Lawyers and his workers played in your game. You made him feel guilty. You made him believe that seeing his infidelity caused the miscarriage. He nursed you‚ thinking the miscarriage left you 'traumatized'. He was guilty‚ and he promised to pay you back with granting what your heart desired.

“Everything you own‚ please?” you begged with a cute pout. He chuckled‚ unsuspecting. He agreed.

For 3 weeks‚ you sat on what used to be his chair. In the office where he touched her like she was his only way of staying sane. You felt your heart sunk‚ but what’s done is done. And the only thing you could do is to take back the empire he built without crediting you once.

“Honey‚ work can’t be that hard. Can we please have dinner together?” he texted you‚ he was working too. In your shadows this time.

You didn’t reply. Instead‚ you were talking with a powerful lawyer‚ filing for divorce.

Once done‚ you went home. Slamming the door open‚ you saw him slumped in papers. And once he laid eyes on you he looked like some puppy wagging his tail. It was uncharacteristically. It was weird.

“Wife-” before he could continue‚ you threw him the divorce papers. His smiled quickly faltered. He realized you were taking everything. But most of all you were taking back the love he thought would always be there for him.

He cried. He looked messy like a puppy.