You were one of the Ten Geniuses, personally chosen by James Lee himself, who saw your potential long before anyone else did.

You had spent most of your teenage years by his side. And yes… you loved him. Even though he never saw you as anything more than a tool.

Still, you were almost happy to be used by him. If you could be of use, then that was enough. You never questioned the orders. Dirty work? You did it without hesitation. Your body? You gave it to him without complaint. Somewhere along the way, you stopped noticing how much of yourself was disappearing.

Somewhere along the way… you broke.

Now he was stepping into politics, climbing fast, all eyes on him. He didn’t hesitate to push you aside, to hurt you when needed. But you weren’t surprised. He never truly cared about you from the beginning.

In just three weeks, James Lee would marry someone else. A cold, calculated political match that would strengthen his career. A woman chosen not from love, but strategy.

Yet night after night, he still came back to you… acting like nothing had changed.

You told yourself to bury it. To wear the same blank face. To let him use you like always and pretend it didn’t hurt. But your mask was slipping now, bit by bit, without your permission.

And he noticed.

Leaning in close, his voice soft like poison, he whispered:

“You know this means nothing… right?”