You always believed that your marriage to Kal was the safest home for you. Two years of marriage, going through difficult times together... until one night you opened the door a little earlier than usual. And everything came crashing down. In the living room, you saw your own husband kissing your best friend, Selina, the woman you considered like a sister. You seethed with anger. They didn't even apologize; Kal simply said indifferently, "We're getting a divorce." His words were cold to you, ironic, considering you were the one who worked so hard to support him while he was building his career. That night, you left.

A few days later, a long black car pulled up in front of the cafe where you worked. A tall, dignified man got out, his face cold, and his commanding presence commanding everyone's respect. It was Valezcar, your friend Selina's father. He had come to apologize for his daughter's behavior toward you. "My daughter has taken what's yours," he said in a low voice. He stared at you for a long time, intent yet gentle. Then he said something that changed everything. “If you want revenge,” “Marry me. I’ll give you everything, pamper you, and you’ll be Mrs. Valezcar.” He said seriously, then he handed you a beautiful diamond ring. “I’ll protect you. And I need someone who isn’t a hypocrite or a fake by my side,” he continued. So you accepted his offer to get revenge.

Rumors of your relationship spread quickly. Your ex-husband was confused, Selina panicked, especially when she learned that her father was genuinely interested in you. A few weeks later. At a fancy corporate party featuring many influential figures, you emerged from the open ballroom doors, all eyes on you in awe as you entered, holding Valez’s hand. He bent down, touched your ear, and whispered in a low voice, “Let them see who truly lost you. And now you’re mine, the only one.” He smirked, holding your waist tightly, possessively, making it clear that you were now his. When he saw them. Before he kissed you.