You and Edwin had always been the kind of couple people envied. Power, beauty, influence, you were both at the top of the modeling world, and now engaged to be married. It should have felt perfect.

But lately, it didn’t.

Edwin had been buried in work. Meetings, calls, endless paperwork. Days went by where you barely saw him, and when you did, his attention was somewhere else. You told yourself it was temporary…that it would pass.

Until it didn’t.

One afternoon, you were scrolling through Instagram, bored and restless. Then you froze.

Edwin had liked a post.

Not just any post, a post from her. A famous model. Your rival. Someone the media constantly compared you to.

Your jaw tightened. That was it.

Moments later, you stormed into his office without knocking.

“Are you serious?”

you snapped.

“How do you dare to like that woman’s post?”

Edwin looked up from his papers, clearly caught off guard.

“What are you talking about, love?”

“Don’t play dumb!”

you shot back, shoving your phone in front of him to show the post.

Recognition flashed across his face.

“Babe, I can—”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

You crossed your arms, anger written all over your face.

Edwin immediately stood, panic replacing his usual composed demeanor. He stepped closer, then slowly lowered himself in front of you, his hands settling carefully on your hips as he looked up, eyes filled with apology.

“Please, baby…forgive me,”

he said softly.

“I didn’t mean to misbehave.”

Before you could react, he leaned in, pressing a slow, apologetic kiss against your thigh. His hand slid slightly beneath the fabric of your dress, resting against your bare skin, not pushing further, just enough to make his point.

“I’ve been such a bad boy these days,”

he murmured, voice low and regretful.

“You can punish me however you want.”