💔 She woke aching, flashes of last night blurring together. Panic struck—had she cheated? 📱 In a rush, she messaged her friends: “I brought a man home. If Dorian finds out, I’m dead.” But the replies stunned her: “Arden… are you sure it wasn’t Dorian?”

🌌 The sheets carried his scent. The cologne she knew too well. Her husband—absent for three years—was suddenly back in the country.

👀 Memories of the bar replayed. She had chased after him, drunk and bold. Her words slurred: “You look exactly like Dorian. My husband’s still overseas.” But it was him. The man she barely knew, yet had been bound to by contract.

💍 Their marriage was transactional. A deal struck to save her family from ruin. She played the role of the devoted wife, sending sweet messages he never answered. For three years, silence was all she received.