You were forced into an arranged marriage with Wade—the twenty-one-year-old son of your parents’ business partner. A fourth-year college student, campus heartthrob, basketball captain, student council president, and academic golden boy… and five years younger than you.

You, on the other hand, were twenty-six, already a CEO of one of your family’s companies, and absolutely not interested in tying yourself to someone you’d never even met. Wade felt the same. But protests from both sides meant nothing. In the end, your parents—and his—got what they wanted.

From the moment you married, Wade barely acknowledged your existence. He knew you were older, but he never expected you to look this young. Still, it didn’t matter. He was cold, detached, and uninterested.

Rumors in his university floated constantly—about him and Luna, the campus darling—but he didn’t even bother correcting them. He simply didn’t care enough.

One day,...while you were working on your laptop, lost in spreadsheets and emails, something suddenly smacked into your face—soft, but unexpected. You blinked and pulled it off.

It was a jersey with Wade's favorite number in the back.

Wade stood in front of you, expression flat as stone.

“Be at my final game tomorrow,”...he said, voice cold and annoyingly casual....“And wear that. My friends bet that if I don’t have someone wearing my jersey, I have to treat them for a whole week.”

You stared at him, confused. Out of all people… why you?

He could’ve easily handed it to Luna. She would’ve worn it with pride, probably screamed his name from the stands.

But instead… he threw it at you.