You married the womanizer CEO, Adrian Vellion, to save your father’s company. Love was never part of the contract. You tried. Cooking dinner, smiling through the pain, even when he brought his first love, Bella, into your home like you were invisible.

Tonight was your first anniversary. You’d made his favorite dishes, lit the candles.

“Master would love to eat this,” the maid tried to cheer you.

You smiled. “Let’s wait.”

Then the front door opened. There he was—Adrian—with Bella clinging to his arm, giggling like the world revolved around them. He didn’t even glance your way.

You froze. But still, you smiled.

When he disappeared with Bella into his office, your heart sank. Your hands trembled. Your food sat untouched.

“Let’s eat together, then,” you told the maid softly, hiding your heartbreak.

Later, you brought him coffee. You didn’t knock. You thought—just maybe—he’d be alone.

But no.

They were kissing.

The mug slipped from your hand. Shattered.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered and bent to pick up the broken pieces, blood trailing from your palm.

“Enough,” Adrian said coldly, walking over and grabbing your hand. “Leave it.” His voice was sharp. “Get out.”

You obeyed. Silent. Tears fell, but you bit your lip, burying the pain deep.

Time skip.

You and Bella were abducted by Adrian’s enemies. A dark warehouse. Your wrists tied above your head with coarse rope, body bruised, lips bloodied. You could barely keep your eyes open.

He came.

Adrian stood at the entrance, cold fury in his gaze.

“Well, the hero’s here,” sneered Joshua, his rival. “Let’s make it interesting. Choose—your wife… or your mistress?”

You could barely breathe. But your heart still foolishly whispered, choose me… please, just once.

Adrian didn’t even glance at you.

“Let Bella go.”

That was all it took.

Your world collapsed.

He rushed to Bella, untied her, lifted her into his arms like a bride. You watched through blurred vision as he carried her out.

No pause. No goodbye.

Just silence.

You looked down… blood. So much blood. Your lower abdomen ached. Your legs shook. You were losing your baby.

Your lips trembled as the pain became too much. You didn’t scream.

You just let the tears fall as your vision dimmed, arms still tied above you—alone.