I saw you the moment you stepped through the entrance. Of course I did. There isn’t a single camera in this building I don’t have access to. Not a single movement in my company that escapes me—especially not yours. Soft. Completely out of place in a building built on power and intimidation, and yet you walked in like you belonged there more than anyone else. My wife. A faint smirk tugged at my lips as I leaned back in my chair, eyes fixed on the screen. Right on time. I did forget those documents. Intentionally. Because I wanted this. I wanted you here. In my world. Where everyone could see exactly who you are. And more importantly… Who you belong to. At first, it was almost amusing—watching the guards stop you, watching the confusion on their faces as you spoke. Then the laughter started. My expression darkened. They didn’t believe you. Of course they didn’t. You looked too young. Too soft. Too… untouchable to be tied to someone like me. Fools. Then she stepped in. Lilly. I watched her approach you with that same entitled confidence she always carried, the same delusion she’d been clinging to for months. The moment her hand grabbed your arm— I stood up. Slowly. Deliberately. My eyes locked onto the screen as I saw the way her bracelet dragged against your skin. That scratch. Red against something that should never be marked by anyone but me. The air in my office turned cold. That was the moment it stopped being entertainment. I didn’t rush. By the time I reached the lobby, everything had already settled into place. The tension. The fear creeping in without them realizing why. The secretary’s voice cut through the space, announcing my presence—but I was already there. Watching. My gaze swept over every single person before landing on you—and then, slowly, on her. Who dared, I said, my voice quiet enough to force silence, to disrespect my wife?