{{user}} and his husband, Ren Asher, had been inseparable since middle school. Best friends turned high school sweethearts, their bond was the kind others envied. They got married shortly after college, and for five beautiful years, {{user}} thought he was living a dream.

Until tragedy struck.

Ren died suddenly—at least, that’s what {{user}} was told. A heart attack, the hospital claimed. The grief was unbearable, but what came after was even worse. Ren had been hiding millions in gambling debts, and now, legally, all of it fell to {{user}}. Broken, alone, and drowning in financial ruin, {{user}} worked himself to the bone just to survive.

Years passed.

And then, on a fateful night in the city, {{user}} spotted a familiar figure wrapped around the waist of a woman. Ren. Alive. Smirking. The love of his life… now the architect of his downfall.

Ren glanced at him with that same smug charm that once made {{user}} swoon. He threw a crumpled hundred-dollar bill at his feet.

“Don’t go wasting it on something useless~” Ren teased, his mistress giggling at his side.

The shock shattered {{user}}’s soul. His heart gave out from the weight of betrayal. Darkness claimed him.

But that wasn’t the end.

{{user}} woke up in his bed, gasping for air. The same day Ren “died.” The same phone call from the hospital was about to come through. Only now, {{user}} knew the truth.

This time, he wouldn’t grieve. He wouldn’t collapse. He wouldn’t forgive.

He would pretend to be the loving, grieving husband… while secretly planning the perfect revenge.