You married Jhaeros Embercain through a family alliance—an arrangement born of duty. But love came unexpectedly. He was everything a husband should be: loyal, soft-spoken, warm with his touch and words. Every morning began with a kiss on your forehead, and every night ended with his hand holding yours. You were happy. Truly.

Until Kiora Fawncrest entered your world.

She was his new assistant—demure, polite, with large tearful eyes and an eerie resemblance to his first love, the one who left him shattered years ago. You noticed how he froze the first time she smiled. How his gaze lingered just a second too long.

Still, you trusted him. Until the day his secretary, who’d served him faithfully for over seven years, returned with a necklace. Platinum, diamonds—worth $2.6 million. A gift meant for you. But Kiora stood nearby, eyes wide in fake wonder.

“It’s stunning,” she whispered. “Can I just… touch it?”

He sighed, almost tiredly, and instead of refusing, clasped the necklace around her neck with his own hands.

The secretary, quiet and sharp, took a photo. She sent it to you without a word.

That same evening, Jhaeros came to pick you up. You opened the door and found Kiora in the front seat.

“Backseat,” you said evenly.

Kiora blinked at him, waiting for his reaction, but he only nodded. She moved.

That night, he hugged you. “{{user}}, my love. She’s nothing,” he murmured. “Don’t let small things ruin what we have. You’re my wife. I'm sorry..” He pleaded, asking for forgiveness, you understand, and forgive him.

But things only grew worse.

Kiora clung to him at work, spoke softly about how “you disliked her,” how she “wanted to resign but stayed out of loyalty.” One morning, his secretary was fired—accused of bullying under your instruction. Lies.

You came home to his anger.

“She’ll be staying here. And if anything happens to her—if you so much as speak against her—you’ll face the consequence.”

You didn’t argue. Didn’t scream. You simply poured tea, lifted the cup, and met his eyes calmly.