"I don't fucking care about your promotion, Bob. I want a divorce!" I shouted at my shameless husband in rage.

When I finished my remark, I saw that Bob's expression had transformed into a menacing scowl. His once-warm and kind persona faded as his features darkened and hardened. Now, he looked like he had turned into a totally different person.

I shivered as I looked at him, slowly stepping back.

However, as I retreated, Bob stepped forward and leaned closer to me.

Coldly, he scowled, "You're a complete bitch! Do you think I'm that stupid not to know what you've also been doing behind my back?"

All of a sudden, I began to feel nervous and confused. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

Without responding to me, he stormed to the other room and fetched a stack of photos. Then, he angrily threw them at the table and said, "Take a look at that!"

As soon as I picked up a photograph, I felt my brain stutter for a moment, and my eyes widened in surprise. It was a photo of Adam and me looking very intimate in the club.

I wondered how he could have gotten it.

"See? Don't come blaming me for something you, yourself, were doing as well, Sophia. Stop acting so innocent!" Bob snorted.

Bob and I never had a serious argument, so now that we did, I was utterly new to it. I didn't expect him to say such words, but while it shocked me, the anger in my body reached my head, and I began to tremble more. "Okay! If you think I am a bitch, then let's get a divorce!"

However, Bob obviously didn't want that to happen, so he began threatening me. "I'm only saying this once, so listen, Sophia. Don't ever bring up getting a divorce again because that won't happen. If you keep insisting, I'll send these pictures to your company and let everyone know you're a cheating wife."

Bob's last words rendered me speechless. I couldn't believe he just said what he said. All this time, I had the wrong impression of him. I was so angry that no words came out of my mouth, and I felt like my body suddenly froze, and my heart shattered into a million pieces.

Seeing my reaction, Bob's grin grew even wider. "You know, this wouldn't really impact your reputation because you're just a normal staff. But then, the man in this photo is your CEO, right? Imagine the damage he would suffer if this went out."

For a little second, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

It hadn't been that long since Adam returned, and when he did, he busied himself running his business. I was a living witness to the nights he stayed beyond working hours and the meetings he personally attended just to secure a deal. He gave his all to our company, so I couldn't fathom how much damage this scandal could bring him.

Seeing my pale complexion, Bob shifted the topic and said, "There will be a party tomorrow, and you need to be there with me."

Then, he held up the picture as if to say I had no other choice but to join him.

At this point, I felt like a puppet on a string, frozen and mute in my chair. Still shocked, the three years I spent with this man began flashing in my mind like a montage. Looking at him now, I couldn't help but ask if he was the same Bob I knew. Because for three years, we lived under the same roof and slept in the same bed.

Did I never know him? Was everything just a pretense? Was I really that stupid? How about my brother, Eric? How could he do this to me? How could I not notice that my brother has a secret interest in my husband? Seriously, how stupid was I?

I chuckled in my head as I began questioning my life and myself.

Bob, on the contrary, paid no attention to me anymore. He only sat on the sofa comfortably and picked up the remote.

As soon as he opened the television, a news announcer was in the middle of doing a report. Hearing a familiar name, I shifted my attention to the screen and listened.

"The heir of the S Group and youngest daughter of the White Group announces their engagement to the public." I could hear the host's overly dramatic voice in my head.

I stared at Adam and the woman beside him.

'Is he truly engaged?' I asked myself.

Though Adam appeared emotionless on the screen, the hints of affection in his eyes didn't escape mine. They were so unclear that I almost didn't notice them as well.

The announcer continued talking about the engagement when suddenly Bob turned the television off and looked at me with mockery.

After a moment of silence, Bob sneered. "How thick-faced can you be, Sophia? How fascinating! Who could have imagined you'd have an affair with the heir of the S Group? You're a really great slut." He said as he slowly clapped his hands.

However, at that moment, his insulting words didn't matter to me anymore. Because inside my head, the image of Adam's engagement ring on another person's finger never left my thoughts.

I once had that opportunity. Now, however, I have nothing except a never-ending void of despair.

The following day, Bob continued to threaten me about the party. He forced me to get dressed and join him.

Because of his job, he constantly needed to communicate with others, and I had no choice but to get dragged to socialize with people. I was so tired and angry that I began to feel nauseous. However, Bob didn't care as long as I continued to play pretend.

In the middle of one conversation, I suddenly noticed Bob's face lit up as he glanced in one direction. I followed his gaze and suddenly felt my face turn white at the sight of the couple greeting the other guests.

It was Adam and his fiancee.

Their presence quickly grew attention as more people began approaching them. The woman wore a figure-flattering maroon velvet dress, and Adam donned a suit that perfectly matched hers. Under the bright lights, they looked like a perfect match for each other.

Bob suddenly leaned closer to me and whispered. "Go and say hello to him."

Annoyed, I immediately let go of his hand and remarked, "Are you crazy?"

"I have a project proposal with the S Group, so you must help me here. Or else your photos will be all over the internet," he said as he continued smiling in front of others.

I couldn't believe how shameless he was. I wanted to stride off and leave, but I was left with no other choice.

Damn this man!

While I cursed at Bob under my breath, my sight caught Adam slowly moving his way toward us.

And fast as a flash, Bob morphed into a different persona. This time, one full of flattery. He grabbed my hand again as the couple got closer to us.

"Sir Adam, Miss Emily," he greeted them. "It's so nice to see you this evening."

I stood silent and wasn't planning to do anything until Bob squeezed my hand to warn me. Left with no choice, I lowered my head a little and greeted them hello as I tried to calm myself.

Though quick, Adam's gaze instantly fell on my hand, which Bob was holding after I finished speaking. Then, he shifted his gaze to meet my eyes and looked at me coldly as if mocking me. Something in his stare made my heart tremble again, so I didn't dare to look at him anymore.

"As I recall, you know my wife, Sophia, right?" When Bob mentioned me, I looked up and discreetly glared at him.

Adam didn't say anything, but his fiancee replied, "Oh, Adam? Do you know each other? How come?"

In a cold tone, Adam answered, "Just a colleague."

It was just three words, but I felt their gravity as my face turned pale, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Polite as she seemed, the woman turned to me and extended her hand, saying, "Hello, I'm Emily, by the way. Adam's fiancee. It's nice to meet you."

I looked at the hand in front of me, and the engagement ring on her finger caught my attention. It was so bright that I felt like my eyes were burning.

After a few seconds, I accepted her hand and greeted her back. "Hello, I'm Sophia."

Oddly, when Emily heard my name, her eyes suddenly showed a bit of hatred. However, she quickly covered it up, and only I seemed to have noticed it.

Feeling strange, I began to wonder if she had seen me before or if we had met once.

A few minutes later, someone called Emily and Bob over, so they excused themselves and left. Before leaving, Bob threatened me again to behave myself or else. However, regardless of that, I went to the balcony outside to stay away from other people.

As soon as the night breeze hit my face, I felt my body shiver in the cold, but my mind and heart became more at ease and sober. At this point, because I was alone, I began to think about the situation more seriously.

It was clear that Bob had proof that Adam and I were together. He made this threat because he was aware of my relationship with Adam and had even used me to establish a connection and discuss business with him. If I argue about Bob's cheating, would anyone believe me? After all, I didn't have any proof that he and Eric were together. Plus, Bob was already set on the fact that I wouldn't blow the whistle on his relationship with my brother.

When I gave it more thinking, I realized how powerless I was. As I stared up at the skyscrapers, I hoped I could just leap off one of them and end my life.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt someone's hand around me.

I was shocked that I began to panic and fight back.

"Don't move," a warm breath whispered unto my ear.

When I heard his voice, it took only two words from him for me to freeze. I knew that voice. I knew Adam very well.

After I finally calmed down, he twisted my body around so I could face him. His eyes shone brighter than any star in the night sky. I was smitten, but I couldn't see what was hiding behind those eyes.

Apathetically, he ran his hands through my hair and murmured, "Your husband truly impressed me."

Even though I was mortified by Bob's behavior, I had to keep my mouth shut.

However, it was as though my silence roused Adam. All of a sudden, he was clinging to me even more firmly that his grasp began to hurt. I inhaled deeply to ease the pain.

"You dumped me because of a guy like that?" His hatred and rage filled his eyes even more so than before.

I smiled bitterly as I pulled away from him and said, "Adam, don't forget that you have a fiancee."

Adam's gaze was intense, and he kept pressing closer until I was backed up against the wall.

His hands were glued to me, and he soon found the sensitive spot on my waist. He ran his palm on it and teased. "Sophia, is your relationship too solid that he knows full well how sensitive this part of you is? When he touches you, does he do it like this?"

Adam's eyes grew much more fierce and full of hate as he looked at me. He narrowed his gaze as he gripped my hand tightly. He continued to touch me even when I resisted and tried to break free from his grasp.

Not going to lie; it fascinated me that even after many years, he still knew my body very well. Knowing precisely where to go, his hand traveled to parts that quickly softened and aroused me. However, his hands began to feel cold, just like his stare. They paced slowly as my skin touched his palm.

"Sophia, does he know you better than I do?" he teased, expressionless as his hands kept moving all over me. "Does he like to touch you here as much as I do?"

I wore a strapless dress, so when Adam pulled my skirt, I couldn't help but shout at him.

"No! Don't!" Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes, and I shook my head, but I held back the sobs. The only thing I could do was cry hopelessly.

"No?" Adam's gaze grew fiercer and his force stronger. "What? Now you want to maintain your innocence? You don't want me to touch you? You just want your husband, right?"

"No..." In desperation, I begged, "Let me go!"

Adam, though, kept going. Not long after, his hand traveled down and gave me a good squeeze there.

The abrupt chill sent me into a state of mental blankness.

With a cold grin, he lifted his hand and held it to his lips. "Even if you tell yourself no, your body still goes against you. If I had to guess, I'd say your husband is failing miserably at making you happy."

His vision was cloudy, and his eyes were still cold and emotionless.

Although my entire being was like burning in fire, I felt an icy chill creeping into my heart.

Of course, I understood that he was deliberately trying to torture and insult me. And I couldn't believe that I responded to his teasing.

With everything going on, I felt like the world spun unusually fast on purpose on its axis and then flipped upside down for a split second. I wanted to smash my head against the wall, get myself amnesia, and forget about everything that had been troubling my mind. In fact, if it meant avoiding an insult from Adam, I'd rather die.

Then suddenly, someone opened the balcony door. At that moment, I felt like every strand of hair in my body stood up, and my blood seemed to clump together. With a grimace on his face, Adam hurried to zip up my skirt. He wrapped his arms around me and cautiously shielded me.

"What are you doing, Adam?" Sure enough, it was Emily's voice.

My body was trembling uncontrollably. Not even in Adam's arms did I feel anything but my body on the frozen surface.

"Get out!" Adam growled impatiently.

"Who's behind you?" Emily was curious and started approaching us.

I felt a sudden and intense chill, as though any second I might collapse totally.

"I said, get out. Don't let me say it a third time." Adam's voice was colder than ever.

Emily stomped her foot grudgingly, but she had no choice but to turn around and leave.

I didn't give in and collapse entirely until the balcony door was locked. I would have definitely passed out if Adam hadn't helped me up. When I met his gaze, I could tell that he was concerned.

How was that possible, though?

How could he act so concerned after treating me like that? After putting me on the spot?

Numbed, I snatched myself out of his grasp, smiled bitterly, and gave him a sound smack. "No, you're right, and I'm wrong. I betrayed you three years ago, so I'm giving you the right to call me names. Bitch? Shameless? Dumb? It doesn't matter, Adam. I'll take them all. Now, can you please just let me go?"

As I continued to study Adam's expression, I saw that there was more and more going on in his eyes than I could make out. But then, I don't have the patience and the ability to see things through them.

If anything, I thought I was so far gone in my fantasy that I actually believed he liked me.