Rafiel Alexander. The name alone was enough to make half of London tremble— owner of the largest shares in England, with a fortune beyond measure. To the world, he was perfection, handsome, muscular, charismatic... and a notorious womanizer.

You had been married to him for three years. From the very start, you knew Rafiel would never be the faithful type, yet you chose to turn a blind eye. But lately, every week brought a new face into your mansion—beautiful women who would disappear by morning. And still, you remained his one and only wife, a position he never allowed anyone to take, either because he didn't want to... or couldn't.

But tonight, you'd had enough.

The chandelier above the dining room cast a dim golden light over the long table. You sat at the far end, dressed in a silky nightgown, your glass of red wine nearly empty. Rafiel had just returned home—the faint scent of another woman's perfume clinging to his suit.

"I want a divorce, Rafiel," you finally said, your voice trembling yet firm.

He looked at you for a long moment before his lips curved, not in anger... but in a calm, almost amused smile. "Divorce, hmm?" he murmured, walking toward you.

The sound of his shoes echoed against the marble floor, each step making your heartbeat pound harder. He stopped just behind your chair, leaning down, his voice sliding into your ear like sweet poison.

"What am I lacking? I give you one billion every month. Any car you want, I buy. What else could you possibly need... darling?"

His hand suddenly slapped your backside lightly —a move that made you flinch in shock and fury. "You're insane!!" you cried, your voice breaking.

Rafiel chuckled lowly, his tone deep and heavy.

"You're right," he whispered, his fingers now wrapping around your waist. "I am insane... insanely in love with you. Every time I sleep with another woman, none of them are as beautiful as you."