"Baby, why are you so small?"

It was after dinner when I was curling up against Louis’s arms and he rested his chin in the crook of my neck and suddenly murmured.

But his words frozed me.

I was 5’3” and he was 6’2”. We had been together for six years, so how could he suddenly be surprised by my size?

I forced a tease, "Really? After six years, you’re only just noticing I’m small?"

Realizing he had slipped, Louis quickly masked it as if nothing had happened. He scooped me up, pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard.

When the kiss broke, his voice turned low and coaxing. "How could I just notice it, baby? I love how cute you are… how perfectly you fit in my arms."

That night, his passion carried a hint of punishment and he didn’t stop until long past midnight. The next morning, when my sister dropped by with a gift from abroad, she teased me with a smirk. "Tsk, Louis really isn’t worried about breaking your little body, is he?"

I only squeezed her hand and whispered softly, "Clarke, I’m calling off the wedding with Louis Altair."

——

"Huh? Claire, maybe there is just a misunderstanding between you two?"

She unpacked the takeout she had brought, laying out the containers neatly on the table. "Think about it. For six years, Louis has taken care of everything for you."

"Even Mom and Dad say he spoils you like a princess. Out there, he’s cold and untouchable, but at home, he’s nothing more than your loyal golden retriever."

I pulled the cartoon blanket tighter around me and stayed silent. Even this blanket… Louis had once waited three hours in line at Disneyland just to buy it for me.

Sometimes I wondered if I had been treated too much like a princess. But whenever I voiced that thought, he would just smile and say, "Claire, to me, you are a gift from God. And aren’t gifts meant to be cherished?"

Just then, his personal ringtone went off. I picked up and his anxious voice came through the line.

"Baby, don’t eat the pasta. The chef used shrimp sauce in it. I just caught it when I looked over the new dish details."

"Either give it to your sister or just toss it out. I’ll take you out for something good tonight, okay?"

That familiar, gentle tone brought a bitter taste to my mouth. My throat tightened like it was stuffed with cotton and I muttered, "Okay."

When the call ended, my sister gave me a teasing grin as she slid the pasta bowl toward herself.

"Your fiancé got such an insane memory. He even double-checked the order after placing it. And you’re telling me this Louis is cheating? I don’t buy it."

I stayed quiet, emotions tangled up inside me. Ever since that mild seafood allergy that left me covered in hives, Louis had been overly cautious. That night, he never left my side, his eyes red with worry as I lay hooked up to an IV.

"Baby, from now on, I’ll make sure to check your food."

And he had kept that promise. But then the last takeout box snapped open. Inside was a scrambled egg, topped with a sprinkle of chopped green onions.

My hand instantly froze.

"Wait—[Scrambled egg with extra green onions. My princess loves it.] Claire, don’t you hate green onions in scrambled eggs?"

My sister picked up the order slip and then glanced at my face. Her expression turned serious. "So… he really has another princess out there?"

As meticulous as Louis always was, he had never once given me scrambled egg with green onions. So, who was it for?

And then there were his words from last night.

Sitting on the sofa, a strange bitterness spread through me.

After a long pause, I finally let out a crooked smile, mocking myself. "Yeah. He must be cheating."

My fiancé not only held other women in his arms. He even ordered food for them with the same care.

Once, all of that had belonged to me alone.

So, that woman… She was tall and she loved green onions, huh?

I grabbed my car keys without hesitation and headed out. "Clarke, I’m going to Louis’s office."

I had to see for myself what kind of woman could steal the heart of a man who had loved me for six years.

A thousand possibilities flashed through my mind.

Maybe she was a secretary desperate for a promotion. Or some innocent, fresh-faced intern. Perhaps even a rising actress, hoping to climb her way into the Altair Family.

But none of those guesses were right.

Louis had been on set recently, filming a commercial for the company.

When I arrived, one look was all it took.

In that moment, I knew Louis and I were truly finished.

Laura Madison.

Five-foot-nine, long curly hair. The face of the campaign. To be exact, a model with a disability. Her left calf was fitted with a sleek prosthetic.

And that was when it clicked. Louis’s late mother had also been disabled.

As the illegitimate son of the Altair Family, life had never been easy for him. Surrounded by legitimate heirs, he had grown up under constant ridicule.

"Your mother’s a cripple, so you must be too."

"Why should the bastard son of a cripple compete with us?"

Because of his mother’s condition, Louis had lived his entire childhood under scorn and cruelty.

Until one day, she couldn’t take it anymore. Broken by despair, she had jumped from a thirty-story building.

Louis had once confessed bitterly, "If you were so fragile, you never should have had me on a whim."

"Sometimes I think people with disabilities don’t deserve to have children."

"They’re destined to carry heavier burdens than most… and their children inherit them too."

And yet, here he was—falling in love with a woman who shared that same struggle.

A man who had endured so much pain was helpless now, swept away by feelings he couldn’t fight.

Even imagining their story pierced me like a thousand needles.

As I approached, Louis looked stunned when he saw me. "Claire, what are you doing here?"

My eyes met Laura’s, who was also observing me. "I came to visit."

To my surprise, Laura spoke first, her voice poised and graceful. "So, this must be Mr. Altair’s fiancée, Ms. Claire Harris?"

"Seeing you in person… you’re even lovelier than I imagined. It’s a pleasure. I’m Laura Madison, the lead model for this campaign."

It struck me then—aside from the prosthetic, Laura was bright, confident, radiant, just like any anyone else.

So this is why, Louis?

He avoided my gaze, shifting uncomfortably.

Standing tall in her ten-centimeter heels, Laura looked down at me with a smile.

Her words sounded admiring when she said, "I’ve always envied women like you, Ms. Harris—so petite, so delicate."

"Unlike me, towering over everyone."

I looked at her—standing almost shoulder to shoulder with Louis, who was six-foot-two—and I caught the flicker of challenge in her gaze. I only smiled, said nothing and slid straight into Louis’s chair, crossing my arms.

"Go on with the shoot. I’m just here to watch."

But then, something went terribly wrong during the shoot.

The male model, whose last scene only required a simple embrace with Laura, suddenly grabbed her and forced his lips onto hers.

His hands roamed roughly as he growled, "Stop acting so hard to get. I like you so much. Why won't you just be mine?"

"Ah!" Laura’s cry cut through the air as her clothes were being torn.

In a flash, Louis lunged forward. He yanked the man off her and landed a brutal punch that split his lip open.

Crew rushed to cover Laura with clothes as she trembled and shaken.

Louis’s eyes blazed red with fury, his rage blinding him as the man cried out, "Stop! Please, I was wrong!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

His fists landed slammed down again and again, the dull thuds echoing through the room.

Louis Altair radiated a wild, dangerous energy, like a raging lion. I had only seen that look once before—back then, when members of the Altair Family threw rocks at me as I tried to shield him.

Now, the male model lay bloodied, his breaths shallow. Louis’s fists only came down harder, more brutal, with every strike.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I rushed forward and grabbed him. "That’s enough, Louis!"

"Get out of the way! This jerk deserves to die!" he roared, shoving blindly without realizing it was me.

By the time he snapped back to himself, I had already hit the ground hard. Both of my palms were scraped raw.

"Claire!" Louis finally let go of the man and hurried to help me up.

I drew in a shaky breath, fighting the sting at the tip of my nose. The dust from the gravel clung to my palms, but the ache felt like it had settled deep in my heart.

He reached to steady me, but froze the moment he heard Laura’s soft sobbing.

His fists tightened into fists. As if determined, he muttered, "Claire, I’ll take him to the hospital for a checkup. The police will want a statement later."

But his eyes kept flicking back to her.

It seemed as if he could barely stop himself from running straight to her.

The sting in my palms spread until it consumed my entire wounded heart.

Finally, the words came out of my lips. "Louis, I’m hurt too."

"You have so many people working under you, so why must you handle this yourself?"

"You even got into a fight. Do you realize you represent the entire Altair Family?"

No one knew better than I did how hard Louis had worked to get this far. For years, every step he took was measured, cautious, careful.

And now?

A bloody scratch marred his face. Sweat and rage soaked his dark hair to his forehead. His eyes, rimmed red, still burned with fury.

Was this raging man really the same composed, untouchable Louis Altair the world knew?

My voice broke as I nearly shouted, my chest rising and falling.

The staff whispered around us, staring. My dear fiancé, the man I had loved for six years, stood there, consumed with worry for another woman.

How could I not feel furious?

However, Louis only let out a heavy sigh, his voice tired.

"Claire, you need to understand. That’s sexual assault. Laura was in danger at work. As her boss, I couldn’t just stand by. It’s not something small." His eyes carried a warning as he looked at me.

At that moment, what else could I say?

My shoulders slumped as I watched him walk toward her.

He leaned close and whispered words of comfort.

By the time my sister arrived to pick me up, she caught sight of the shaken expression I couldn’t hide.

The second our car pulled away from the set, my phone buzzed nonstop with notifications.

[CEO of Altair Group Beats Up Molester on Set] sat at the top of the trending news.

When I opened it, the feed was already overflowing with crystal-clear photos of Louis shielding Laura, striking the man and finally draping his coat around her trembling shoulders.

The comments section was in an uproar.

[Gosh! Louis Altair is so manly. So protective!]

[He personally stepped in for his employee. I feel safe just watching this!]

[Am I the only one who thinks Louis and the model look perfect together? They’re both tall, striking—like they walked out of a magazine shoot. Business tycoon x gorgeous, resilient model… OMG, I’m obsessed! Come on, just get married already!]

My fingers hovered over the glaring words look perfect together.

Then a quiet comment with an attached screenshot caught my eye. [Look @lulusecretcorner, there’s a surprise.]

Curiosity pulled me in. The account was brand new, barely a history.

Its latest post was from just yesterday. [He praised me for being brave today.]

In the photo, a frail hand offered a steaming cup.

And on that wrist gleamed the watch I had given Louis for his birthday last year, the one that had sold for over a million dollars at auction.