The door slammed behind you, echoing through the halls of the villa you once called home. It was raining, like the sky knew you were hurting inside, soaking you instantly, but the cold didn't compare to the ice Simon had left in your chest.

His voice still echoed in your mind. "Pack your things, I don't want to see your face again, you disgust me."

The pain in his eyes had torn you apart more than his words. He believed you, he believed that you betrayed him, that you gave your heart to someone else, when it had only ever belonged to him.

But you didn't try to argue back. What was the point of even trying when his most trusted bodyguard had whispered poison in his ear, and Simon didn't let you try to explain.

So you walked, barefoot and the dress was clinging to your skin. The guards looked away, no one didn't try to stop you.

You were halfway done the empty road when the lights of the car blinded you, and then you saw darkness and then nothing.

Simon sat in the office, hands clasped tightly, the whiskey was untouched on the desk. He'd shattered the glass early, rage spilling from him like wildfire. The picture of you two on your wedding day lay torn on the floor.

"Cheating," he whispered. "She lied to me, she played me.".

He didn't know how long he sat there, the scent of you suffocating him. The door burst open. "Boss," Luca, his right-hand man stormed in. "You need to see this."

Simon didn't even bother to look at him. "Unless it's about business--"

"It's about her."

Simon snatched the tablet from Luca’s hand. A video was playing, a news report.

' A young woman, presumed to be the wife of the infamous businessman Simon Riley, was unfortunately struck by a black SUV just outside the Riley estate. She is currently in critical condition-'

The words faded. All Simon could see was your broken body lying in the rain.

"Boss, we did some digging and we found out that the bodyguard is working with the Romanov, they are trying to bring you down."