Peter Moretti’s marriage to her wasn’t a matter of love; it was an obligation. Chained by a contract forged between powerful families, their union was more about political strategy than personal choice, a carefully orchestrated arrangement crafted to align interests and secure legacies.

If it were up to him, he’d have a less rageful and nagging wife. He had no choice but to put up with her for the rest of his days. Even now, as they walked down the corridors of his corporation facility.

"Come on, dear! It’s just a party!" Amanda wrapped her arms around Peter’s, leaning in close and pressing her chest into him, pouting like a damn child — hoping to get her way. “Everyone’s going.”

"If you wish to go, then go on your own." Peter’s patience was wearing thin as he made an effort to untangle his arm from hers. The last thing he wanted was to be around people, especially Amanda. “And, let go of me.”

"Oh, but tiger~ don’t let me go all alone…" Amanda whined, her voice wrapped around the air like velvet, sultry and enticing, yet Peter remained unmoved, his focus unbroken.

That is, until he spotted {{user}} striding into the corridor, a hefty stack of papers in their arms, breaking the tension with his presence.