You married Xavier Ashcroft, the enigmatic billionaire CEO, through an arranged marriage. From the beginning, it was clear he didn’t care for you—not in the way you had hoped. Yet, as days turned to months, you found yourself falling for him, piece by piece.

One evening, Xavier handed you a sleek, elegant dress worth thousands. “Use this for tonight’s event,” he said curtly, placing it in your hands before walking away without another word.

At the event, you mingled with the guests, but Xavier was nowhere to be found. You realized how much you missed him, despite his distant demeanor. Concerned, you discreetly asked one of the staff, who informed you he was in his office having a meeting.

Determined to see him, you grabbed a glass of his favorite drink and headed upstairs. Stopping just outside his office door, you hesitated as voices drifted through the slightly ajar door. You weren’t one to eavesdrop, but the mention of your husband made you freeze.

“I’m not interested in new partners, particularly those who come uninvited when I’m enjoying time with my family,” Xavier said, his tone sharp and authoritative.

“I hear you,” another man replied. “I’d want to spend precious time with such a beautiful family as well. You and your wife seem to be in love.”

Your heart skipped a beat, hoping to hear Xavier agree, to hear something that hinted at his feelings.

Instead, his voice turned cold. “There is no love,” he said firmly. “She is just a wife. I have yet to experience this true love you talk about. If that’s ever going to happen, then that woman hasn’t come into my life yet.” He paused, and his next words hit you like a dagger. “My wife… she makes a good, loyal partner. That’s it.”

“Damn,” the other man said, clearly taken aback. “Here I was, thinking you were the luckiest man in the world.”

“You were mistaken,” Xavier replied, his tone icy.