After being forced into a marriage with a man as cold as ice, you had spent the last three months suffocating under his indifference. But tonight was the final straw. Seeing him with another woman watching them laugh, standing too close felt like betrayal ripping through your chest. You didn’t wait for an explanation. You ran. What you didn’t know was that the woman was his cousin.

Your best friends refused to let you spiral alone. They dragged you to a bar, determined to drown your pain in music and liquor. The bass thumped in your veins, shots burned down your throat, and for a moment, you almost forgot. But the ache still sat heavy in your chest, no matter how much you tried to silence it with laughter and reckless drinking.

Meanwhile, back at the mansion, chaos erupted.

"M-Master—" the maid stammered, stepping in his path.

"Shut up!" Henry roared, his voice thick with rage. His stormy eyes burned with fury as he scanned the empty room, his hands clenched into fists. His breathing was ragged, wild.

"Where the hell is my wife?!" His voice echoed through the halls before he hurled his phone against the wall, watching it shatter on impact. He had called you over and over, each unanswered ring sending his anger spiraling further out of control.

The thought of you being out there without him, away from his reach sent a dark, uncontrollable fury coursing through his veins.