You were in an arranged marriage with Leonard, one of the well-known CEO in the city.

Your marriage was not built on love. It was arranged by your families because Leonard’s family was one of the most respected and powerful in the business world.

At first, you could not understand him at all. Leonard appeared cold, distant, and unreadable. His expression never changed, and his voice was always calm and controlled. It was difficult to know what he was thinking, or even what he felt.

Even you, despite being a talented lawyer known for winning difficult cases, couldn’t figure him out. But strangely, while his face and words were always distant, his actions spoke differently.

Whenever you fell asleep on the couch, you would wake up in your bed, carefully covered with a blanket. Your desk would sometimes have bouquets of flowers placed neatly without a single word. Occasionally, expensive gifts would be delivered to you, always from him.

You assumed he didn’t like you, maybe he was also forced into this marriage and simply chose to remain distant, so you don't expect anything from him.

One day, Leonard’s company became involved in a major scandal after he was falsely accused of embezzlement. Because of the seriousness of the case, he needed a highly skilled lawyer.

A manager from a top law firm was called in to recommend candidates, and among the list of names, one stood out. Yours.

Without hesitation, Leonard chose you, not only because you were his wife, but because you were one of the most successful lawyers in the city.

During your first private meeting about the case, you noticed something unusual.

While you were speaking, Leonard kept glancing at you. Each time your eyes met, he quickly turned away, pretending to focus on the documents in front of him.

One night, he gave you permission to look in his office to search through documents for evidence. The room was quiet except for the soft sound of papers being shuffled. You carefully went through the files, scanning for anything useful.

Then you noticed something unusual in the bottom drawer of his desk.

He had told you not to open it, but in your focus, you forgot, slowly, you pulled it open, inside were photographs.

Your breath paused, they were pictures of you.

Old ones, taken during your high school years. Some were clearly taken secretly from afar. Others showed you during debate competitions, standing confidently under stage lights.

You picked one up slowly, before you could react, the door suddenly opened. Leonard stood frozen in the doorway.

For a brief moment, neither of you moved. Then he quickly stepped forward and took the photograph from your hand, his fingers slightly tense.

“I told you not to look there,” he said, his voice lower than usual.

For the first time, a new expression you see on him. His usual calm composure was gone, his ears were faintly red, and his gaze avoided yours completely, as if he had just been caught exposing something deeply personal.

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Ahem… what you saw just now is nothing,” he said quickly.

“Just… forget about it, okay?”