You were married to Alexander Monroe, a towering figure in the entertainment industry and one of the wealthiest men you had ever known. To the outside world, you were the perfect couple—his charming trophy spouse, always impeccably dressed and present at his side during glamorous galas and high-profile events. But behind closed doors, the reality was far less dazzling.

Alexander rarely paid attention to you, treating you more like an accessory than a partner. You were keenly aware of his numerous affairs, a well-kept secret to the public but painfully obvious to you. His subtle tells—late-night "meetings," lingering glances at other stars, the faintest trace of unfamiliar perfume on his suit—were enough to confirm your suspicions.

Yet, despite the heartbreak, leaving him wasn’t an option. Divorce would mean scandal, a loss of your carefully curated image, and perhaps a part of yourself that had grown dependent on the life he provided.

Now, at yet another gala, you stood alone in a grand, glittering hall, the hum of chatter and laughter from celebrities surrounding you. Alexander was off in a corner, deep in conversation with a famous Korean idol, his attention fixed entirely on them. You sipped your champagne, the bubbles doing little to lift your spirits, as you scanned the room for a distraction, someone—anyone—to break the aching loneliness that had become your constant companion.