Madeline met Elias when she was ten years old. He was thirteen at the time, having been sent to the countryside because the Fu family was going through a period of internal strife.

Perhaps due to a lack of love growing up, Elias was a very aloof and taciturn boy. Madeline was like a ray of light that shone into his dark world during that time.

After the internal conflict subsided, Elias was brought back to the family. When they parted, he promised to return for her when she turned eighteen.

Elias kept his word. When Madeline turned 18, Elias arrived with a fleet of luxury cars to take his princess home. From then on, there was a saying in country circles that Elias had a woman he pampered to the extreme.

Madeline had poor health and loved walking barefoot, so Elias covered their house with soft carpets. He hired the country's top doctors to take care of her health. Everything she wore—clothes, jewelry, bags and shoes—was designed by Elias himself.

Madeline became Elias' wife on her twenty-second birthday. On their wedding day, Elias transferred 30% of the Fisher Company's shares to her name.

That was merely the beginning. Beyond the shares lay a vast portfolio of businesses and properties, a gesture reverberating through the country's high society and igniting a burning envy in the hearts of countless women.

It was no exaggeration to say that Elias' love for Madeline moved the world. He adored her so profoundly that no one believed a man like him existed, but reality dealt her a fatal blow.

She couldn't understand why a man who loved her so much betrayed her. Still, she knew that once she decided to let go, she had to endure the pain, no matter how excruciating and never repeat the same mistake.

Recently, Elias noticed something strange. Madeline's attitude toward him seemed different as if a subtle distance had formed between them. "Madie, are you upset because I haven't been spending enough time with you lately?" he asked nervously.

Madeline looked at the concern on his face. Even the slightest change in her demeanor would send him into a panic. Still, he would wait every night until she fell asleep and then spend time with his secretary.

"It's nothing. Your work is important. What could possibly be wrong with me? I just eat, drink and have fun all day. I'm completely useless."

Elias immediately pulled her into his arms. "Don't talk about yourself like that. You're one of a kind to me. You've captured the world's most amazing man—how could you be useless?"

Madeline would have thrown herself into his arms with a smile and laughed if it were before. "That's right! The world's most amazing man belongs to me."

Now, she only said a word, "Really?" Then quietly continued eating breakfast.

"For some reason, her calm indifference filled Elias with dread. "Madie, I have a business trip to Europe in a few days. Why don't you come with me?" he suggested.

Madeline casually asked, "Will it just be the two of us?"

Elias answered as if it were nothing unusual, "No, Miss Young and Mr. Hall will also be coming."

Madeline had already guessed as much, but she couldn't resist asking anyway.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"No problem. I was just asking who else was going with us." In truth, Madeline agreed to the trip because she planned to cancel her domestic records and transfer all her funds overseas.

Madeline wasn't a saint. What was hers could never be left for another woman to take.

Elias didn't notice anything unusual about her behavior because his attention was entirely on his phone and he was busy chatting with someone on the other end.

Taking advantage of the moment when Elias was retrieving their luggage, Whitney deliberately approached Madeline. "Mrs. Fisher, I have to say, your patience is impressive. Your husband shares passionate nights with me, yet you can still calmly watch it all happen."

Madeline didn't really want to pay attention to Whitney, but this chick kept provoking her. She glanced sideways at Whitney.

"Miss Young, I admit you have some impressive tactics. The moment you laid all this out in front of me, I knew you had no chance of ever taking my place. Because you can't make Elias divorce me for you, that's why you resorted to this."

Madeline was right. She could have easily clung to her position as Mrs. Fisher. As long as she stayed, Whitney would remain the mistress.

However, this suffocating marriage was unbearable for her. Knowing everything that had been going on, Madeline made up her mind—no matter how much it hurt, she had to end it.

"You … Mrs. Fisher, let's see how long you can stay this composed. Hmph!"

Seeing Whitney talking to Madeline, Elias nervously hurried over. "Madie, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Madeline casually waved him off. "Miss Young's perfume is just too strong—it's making me a bit dizzy." She even raised her hand to rub her temples, feigning discomfort.

Elias immediately panicked and turned to Whitney. "Miss Young, my wife dislikes your perfume. Please switch to a seat farther inside and don't sit near her."

Whitney hadn't expected Elias to treat her this way because of Madeline. Though anger bubbled inside her, she didn't dare defy him after catching the sharp look in his eyes. "Understood, Mr. Fisher."

As soon as Madeline boarded the plane, she said she hadn't slept well the night before and needed to rest. It was precisely the opportunity Elias had been hoping for, so he naturally went along with it. "Alright, Madie. Have a good rest. I'll be right here with you until you wake up."

Listening to her steady breathing, Elias called her name a few times softly, "Madie … Madie?" Once he was sure Madeline was fast asleep, he rose and went to the plane's restroom.

Even though Elias had booked out the entire first-class cabin, Mr. Hall still needed to attend to some business and was on a later flight.

The moment Elias entered the restroom, Whitney swayed her slender hips and followed him in. As soon as they were inside, they were kissing passionately. Whitney intentionally left the restroom door slightly ajar, just enough for Madeline to see everything.

"You're so bad! You scolded me earlier, hmph!"

The coquettish tone struck a chord with Elias and he immediately pulled her into an embrace. "Aren't I making it up to you now?" he replied.

Hearing their heavy breathing, a sharp pain unexpectedly pierced Madeline's chest. She thought she was over it, but the pain was so intense that beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.

She didn't back down this time. Fighting back the nausea, she turned on the voice recorder on her phone, capturing their conversation—along with certain other sounds.

"I'm still upset," Whitney sobbed pitifully.

Her tearful voice pierced Elias' heart and he spoke in a tender tone that felt like needles stabbing into Madeline's.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. It breaks my heart to see you like this. I was wrong, okay? It's my fault."

Then came two voices, overlapping. Madeline was glad they were on a plane. Otherwise, she might have fainted from the awkwardness.

Seeing that it was about time, Madeline put away her phone and left the place. She returned to her seat and pretended to be asleep.

One thing about Elias was that he was a businessman who valued every second. His time management was impeccable. As he returned to his seat, she opened her bleary eyes.

"Madie, we're almost there. Freshen up; we'll be landing soon."

"Got it."

The moment she got off the plane, her phone was bombarded with messages. Glancing at them, she saw they were all from Whitney. Madeline ignored them because they were the same old taunting remarks.

At first, it used to bother her, but now it seemed to be fading. She believed she would genuinely be able to let go.

Madeline stood by the window, gazing at the scenery outside. It was beautiful, but she no longer felt the same way about it.

Elias watched Madeline, feeling like she was drifting further and further away. Lately, she had been especially cold towards him. A little anxious, he pulled her into an embrace.

Madeline looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Elias stared at Madeline for a long moment before finally speaking. "Madie, have I been neglecting you? Are you upset with me? You've been so cold lately." He was most afraid of Madeline ignoring him, so he held her tightly as if afraid she might disappear.

She couldn't help but laugh softly. "No, I know you've been busy with work. I'm not upset. Haven't we always managed this way?"

However, her tone didn't sit well with him. "Madie, I've told you before. Nothing and no one are more important than you in my heart."

He spoke as if he was telling Madeline that her place in his heart could never be shaken. However, someone had already shaken it, right?

Madeline didn't voice this thought, only letting it echo silently in her mind. "Mmm, I know."

Elias reached to kiss Madeline, but she turned away. That brief rejection made his eyes flush with anger. "Madie, are you avoiding me? Do you find me disgusting?"

Madeline could feel Elias' hands trembling. This man might genuinely love her, but he also couldn't give up his clandestine affairs.

She sniffled, trying to hide the slight sting in her nose from Elias. "Just teasing you. I wanted to see your reaction. Didn't we say we were going to a banquet tonight?" Madeline quickly changed the subject.

Hearing this, Elias finally relaxed a little.

Madeline watched as Elias personally dressed her, did her hair, put on her jewelry and even knelt to slip on her heels—the princess shoes he'd picked just for her. "Elias?"

He looked up, waiting for her to continue. Yet, she just stared at him, lost in thought. "Madie, what's wrong? Is there something you want to say?"

Madeline gazed at Elias' tender expression, her hand gently caressing his face. "Elias, do you love me?" she asked softly.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of annoyance crossed Elias' face. "Madeline, who doesn't know that you're the only woman I've ever loved?"