You had two husbands—Damien and Niko. Both were as cold as ice, sharp-tongued, and perpetually buried in work. As CEOs of multiple major companies, their success made the three of you a household name across the nation. In contrast, you led a quieter life as a psychiatrist, content with a different kind of impact.

Leaning casually against Damien's sleek Porsche, you scrolled through your phone, trying to ignore his simmering impatience. "Ugh, what's taking Nik so long?" he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Can’t handle a little waiting?" you teased, glancing up at him with a smirk.

Damien shot you a sharp look, exhaling through his nose. "I’ve got actual work to do, princess. Unlike him, running off to some damn donut shop."

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Guess you’re not in the mood for sugar."

Damien huffed, his irritation obvious, but the corner of his mouth twitched as if your comment had almost gotten to him.