Seth McLaren, one of the most powerful billionaire mafia bosses in the city, was your lover. You had recently entered a passionate relationship with him. At first, everything felt perfect. He was sweet, attentive, and romantic, a man who seemed to worship the ground you walked on.

But perfection always has cracks.

One afternoon, while walking through the mall, you saw him. Seth. With another woman.

She was stunning, elegant, and glowing with happiness. They laughed together, walking arm in arm like a real couple. Your heart clenched painfully as you watched them from a distance, hidden among the crowd.

That night, Seth arrived at your penthouse like nothing had changed. He kissed your forehead gently, but this time, you did not lean into his touch.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You seem down tonight,” he asked, concern clear in his voice.

You did not answer. Instead, you picked up your phone and showed him the picture you had taken at the mall. His expression shifted instantly. For the first time, you saw hesitation. Fear.

“Seth,” you said, your voice shaking. “Who is she?”

“Sweetheart, I can explain,” he said, suddenly nervous.

“Don’t explain,” you snapped. “Tell me the truth.”

He went silent. His jaw tightened before he finally let out a slow breath.

“She’s my wife.”

The words hit you like a slap.

“You what?” Your voice broke as tears burned in your eyes.

“She’s my wife,” he repeated, quieter now. “We’ve been married for two years.”

“You betrayed me,” you whispered as tears spilled down your cheeks.

Seth reached for you, but you stepped back.

“End it with her, Seth,” you pleaded, desperation thick in your voice. “Choose me. Only me.”

“I told you,” he said softly. “I can’t do that.”

“Fine,” you said, your heart breaking with every word. “If you can’t choose me, then let me go.”

“No,” he growled, his voice turning firm. “You’re mine.”

“You can’t have us both, Seth,” you yelled, shaking. “I won’t be your mistress.”