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The mop moved in steady arcs across the marble floor, each stroke leaving behind a gleaming trail that caught the late afternoon sun. Adrian Cole had perfected this rhythm over three years…he was efficient enough to satisfy his mother-in-law’s standards. His phone vibrated against his chest. He glanced toward the corridor when he was sure it was empty he leaned the mop against the wall and pulled out the phone, wiping his damp hands on his worn cotton shirt. “Sir.” Marcus ’s voice crackled through, barely containing his excitement. “It’s done. Mrs.Cole’s IPO…final approval came through twenty minutes ago. She’s ringing the Nasdaq bell tomorrow morning, 9 a.m. Prime time coverage on every financial network.” Adrian Cole felt his breath catch. For three seconds, the world narrowed to just those words. “And the press conference?” “It is live right now on channel Seven.” A smile tugged at Adrian Cole’s lips…it was the first genuine one in weeks. “You did well, Marcus . Very well.” “Thank you, sir.” He ended the call and stood there, with his phone warm in his palm, staring at the ornate mirror across the hall. Victoria did it. She really did it. From downstairs, he heard the sound of laughter…it seems like his mother-in-law was holding court again. ……- The living room was a picture of elegance. Mrs Stone sat centered on the cream leather sofa, with her spine straight,and one hand draped across the armrest like an empress receiving tribute. Her three friends perched around her…Mrs Aderson in head-to-toe Chanel, Mrs. Parker dripping with Cartier, and Mrs.Bennett whose handbag cost more than most people’s monthly salary. Jasmine tea steamed from delicate porcelain cups. The air smelled expensiv . “…of course, my son’s promotion wasn’t entirely unexpected,” Mrs Aderson was saying, examining her manicured nails. “Senior partner at thirty-four. The firm’s youngest in its ninety-year history. They’re already discussing his name on the letterhead.” “How wonderful,” Mrs. Parker replied, her smile was razor-sharp. “My daughter just closed her acquisition dea1…that boutique chain everyone’s been talking about. It has a total of fifteen locations across three cities. The press called it ‘the merger of the season.’” Both women turned to Mrs Stone with expectation. She lifted her teacup, buying time. Her daughter was successful…extraordinarily so…but these vultures had a talent for making every achievement feel insufficient. The question hung in the air, although it was unspoken : if your daughter is so remarkable, why is she married to a man who mops your floors? Before she could formulate a response, there was a knock on the door. Adrian Cole entered carrying a tray…containing fresh tea, and chocolate cookies arranged in perfect circles, and napkins folded into lotus blossoms. The conversation died. Three pairs of eyes tracked his movement across the room. “Oh, Mrs Stone .” Mrs Aderson’s voice dripped with false sweetness. “That’s your son-in-law? Wow. I really thought he was the help. He moves like he’s done this his whole life.” Mrs. Parker’s laugh was light and cruel. “Hey, don’t se11 him short. He’s full-time. Cooking, cleaning, waiting on people—he does it all.” Heat crawled up Mrs Stone ’s neck. She set her cup down with a sharp clink. “Adrian Cole. No one asked for anything. What are you doing here?” “I apologize, Mother. But I had to interrupt. I just received news…Victoria’s company IPO was approved. She’s ringing the Nasdaq bell tomorrow morning.” The room went silent. Mrs Stone ’s eyes widened. “What?” “Her company is going public.” Now he was smiling, and the transformation was startling…for just a moment,his aura was almost overwhelming . “The press conference is happening right now. It’s live on Channel Seven.” Nobody breathed. Then Mrs Aderson practically lunged for the remote. The massive screen flickered to life, and there she was. Victoria Cole stood behind a podium,with the company logo gleaming behind her like a rising phoenix. Her hair was swept into an immaculate chignon. With a navy Armani blazer. Her diamond earrings caught every camera flash. She looked like she’d been born for this moment…born to command that stage and every eye watching her. “…grateful to everyone who believed in this vision,” Victoria was saying, her voice clear and absolutely certain. “But today isn’t our destination. It’s our launchpad.” Mrs Stone ’s hand flew to her chest. Pride exploded inside her…it was hot and overwhelming. She just knew it. Her daughter had turned the tables for her—perfect. Absolutely perfect! “Oh my god,” Mrs. Parker breathed. “Mrs Stone, she’s absolutely stunning. Look at her presence.” “Wow, look at her,” Mrs. Anderson said, her tone dripping with bitterness. “Shows up once and suddenly everyone else doesn’t matter. But honestly? Young people should stay grounded. Don’t get too full of themselves.” “Right?” Mrs. Bennett jumped in, clearly jealous. “She’s a girl—her focus should be on family. Careers? That’s a man’s concern.” Even so, her eyes stayed glued to the screen, greedy and unwilling to look away, as if she were picturing that woman in the spotlight as her own son instead. Mrs. Stone laughed it off, sounding relaxed and tolerant. She knew exactly what her old friends were like—the more jealous they got, the more casually dismissive they acted. “Tell me about it,” she said with a smile that looked generous but was really a quiet flex. “I’ve told her more than once not to work herself so hard. But she’s always had good luck. Ever since she was a kid, everything just worked out for her. Now the company says it’s going public, and boom—there you have it.” The smile on her lips was almost reaching her ears—until the man at the doorway wiped it clean in an instant. Adrian Cole still stood by the door, hands clasped, that hopeful smile lingering on his face. Like he thought he’d earned something. A surge of nameless fury shot straight to her chest. How dare he still stand there?! “Adrian Cole.” Her voice cut through the congratulations like a blade. “You can leave now.” His smile faltered. “Pardon?” “I said leave.” She didn’t shout but the coldness in her voice was worse. “Do your job. Don’t stand there looking useless in front of my guests.” In that split second, countless thoughts flashed through Adrian’s mind—an urge to tell the arrogant woman in front of him that all of this was because of him. But reason won out. He took a deep breath and forced the bitterness back down. “Of course, Mother. Forgive the interruption.” The door clicked shut behind him. Adrian Cole climbed the stairs slowly, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. When he reached the small room at the end…which was barely larger than a closet, with a narrow bed and a single window…he sat down on the edge of the thin mattress. He pulled out his phone again. His fingers moved quickly across the screen, pulling up his contact list. “Marcus , it’s me,” he said when the call connected. “You’ve all done a great job—everyone’s year-end bonus will be doubled. As for the officials who helped process the IPO… make sure they’re taken care of. Give them generous bonuses, gifts, whatever’s appropriate. Don’t let anyone think we’re ungrateful.” “Of course, sir. I’ll handle it personally.” “And one more thing.” Adrian Cole paused, staring at the wall. “I want you to start the transfer paperwork for SunCore Publishing. Put everything under Victoria’s name. All of it.” Marcus hesitated. “SunCore? Sir, are you for real? That was the very first company you built with your own hands—it means everything to you. You’re really going through with this?” “I’m certain. She finally achieved the dream she’s been chasing all these years. As her partner, I’m willing to support her—one company doesn’t mean that much. Just make it happen, Marcus .” “Understood. I’ll have the documents ready by next week.” Adrian Cole hung up and felt something like relief wash over him. Maybe this would show her. Maybe she’d finally see how much he believed in her, how much he’d always believed in her. And tonight he will finally be able to tell her about his true identity. There will be no more secrets between them. He checked his watch. Six-thirty. If he hurried, he could still make something special. …… Two hours later, the dining room looked different. Adrian Cole had pulled out the good china…the set Mrs Stone only used for important guests. Candles flickered on the table, casting soft shadows across the white tablecloth. He’d cooked everything himself: pasta and roasted chicken the way Victoria liked it, and also fish with chips and ketchup. The house was quiet. Mrs Stone had left an hour ago with her friends, they said something about an emergency meeting at someone’s salon. Adrian Cole didn’t care. For once, he was grateful for her absence. He set the last dish down and stepped back to look at everything. It was perfect. He pulled out his phone and called Victoria. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Then it went to voicemail. He frowned and tried again. Still nothing. On the third attempt, he paced across the kitchen, listening to the endless ringing. Pick up, he thought. Please just pick up. On the fourth call, someone answered. “Hello?” A man’s voice. It sounded deep and amused. Adrian Cole stopped mid-step. “Who… who is this?” “Who’s this?” the man shot back, laughing. Then, away from the phone: “Victoria! There is a man calling for you.” Again? Adrian Cole’s hand tightened around the phone. “This is Victoria's number. Why are you…” “Adrian Cole.” Victoria’s voice came through, sharp and irritated. “What do you want?” His chest loosened slightly at the sound of her voice, but something felt wrong. “I’ve been trying to reach you. I wanted to…” “I’m working,” she interrupted. “Do you understand what that means? I don’t have time for this right now.” “I know, I know you’re busy. I just…” He took a breath, tried to steady himself. “I prepared dinner for us. Your mother’s out for the evening, so it’s just the two of us. I thought we could celebrate together. When will you be home?” There was a pause. He could hear voices in the background, music, and laughter. “I can’t come home tonight,” she said flatly. “There’s a celebration banquet for the company. I have to be there. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” “Victoria, wait…” The line went dead. Adrian Cole stood there in the kitchen, phone still pressed to his ear, listening to the silence. Around him, the candles continued to flicker. The food was getting cold. He set the phone down on the counter and just stood there, staring at all of it. The fancy dishes. The effort. The stupiid hope he’d let himself feel. His phone buzzed. A message. From an unknown number. He opened it without thinking. It was a video. The screen showed a crowded room…elegant, expensive-looking, full of people in suits and cocktail dresses. And there, in the center of it all, was Victoria. She was laughing, her head tilted back, her hand resting on a man’s chest tangled in a passionate kiss. It was the same man from the press conference photo. Vincent . Adrian Cole’s stomach dropped. The video continued. Vincent pulled something from his pocket…a small box. The crowd around them started cheering, phones out, recording everything. He opened the box, revealing a ring that caught the light like a tiny star. “Victoria,” Vincent’s voice came through clearly, confident and smooth, “will you marry me?” The room erupted. And Victoria…his wife, his Victoria…smiled. Not the polite smile she gave to business partners or the tired smile she gave him when she came home late. This was different. It was genuine and radiant. “Yes,” she said. Vincent slid the ring onto her finger, then pulled her close and kissed her again. The crowd cheered louder, champagne glasses clinking, people shouting congratulations. The video ended. Adrian Cole’s hands were shaking. How was this even possible? The woman he’d loved for three years—the wife he’d given up an entire business empire for, the one he’d shrunk his world down to this tiny apartment for, cooking and building a life with her—how could she agree to marry someone else? This couldn’t be real. It had to be some kind of mistake, some misunderstanding. Maybe it was just a publicity stunt. It had to be—nothing else made sense. He grabbed the phone again and called her number. The number you have dialed is currently switched off. He tried again. The number you have dialed is currently switched off. And again. The number you have dialed… He threw the phone down. For a long moment, he just stood there in the flickering candlelight, surrounded by the meal he’d spent hours preparing, trying to breathe through the crushing weight in his chest. ………- Across the city, in a hotel suite with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline, Victoria lay tangled in silk sheets. Vincent traced a finger along her shoulder, his touch lazy and possessive. “You accepted the ring,” he murmured against her neck, “but you’re not wearing it.” Victoria’s eyes were half-closed, her breathing still uneven. “It’s not appropriate yet.” “Not appropriate?” He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with that slight smile. “We’re engaged now. What’s inappropriate about wearing your engagement ring?” “I’m still married, Vincent.” She reached for the ring box on the nightstand, opening it to admire the diamond that caught the city lights. “But not for much longer. I’m giving him the papers tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” His smile widened. “Finally.” “The IPO is done. I don’t need to keep up appearances anymore.” She snapped the box closed with a satisfied click. “Three years of playing the dutiful wife was more than enough.” Vincent laughed, pulling her back against him. “And here I thought you were getting sentimental.” “Sentimental?” Victoria’s laugh was cold. “About Adrian? He’s been useful, I’ll give him that. Cooking, cleaning, keeping my mother entertained. But let’s be honest…I outgrew him the moment my company took off.” Victoria smiled, completely unbothered. “You helped make my IPO possible. You’re powerful, successful, connected. That’s what I need. Not some house husband who thinks moping floors is a career.” “After everything I did for you,” Vincent murmured, his fingers tracing her collarbone, “I certainly deserve more than pretty words.” “You’ll get everything you deserve,” Victoria said, her smile razor-sharp. “Once I’m officially free.” “What if he refuses?” Victoria’s laugh was dismissive. “He won’t. He’s too pathetic to fight back. He’ll sign them, cry about it, and disappear. Just like he’s done with everything else in his miserable life.” She settled back into Vincent’s arms, feeling nothing but satisfaction. Tomorrow, she'll end it. And she wouldn’t waste a single moment feeling guilty about. The front door clicked open at half past seven in the morning. Victoria stepped inside, her heels echoing against the marble entryway. She looked immaculate … Her hair was perfectly styled, and her makeup was flawless despite the long night. Only the faint shadows beneath her eyes hinted at exhaustion. She dropped her purse on the console table and walked into the living room. Adrian Cole sat on the sofa, still wearing yesterday’s clothes. His head was tilted back against the cushion, eyes closed, but she could tell from his breathing that he wasn’t really asleep. The candles from last night’s dinner had burned down to nothing. The dining room table was still set, though he had covered the dishes with plastic wrap. The sight of it made something twist uncomfortably in her chest. She pushed the feeling away. “Adrian Cole.” Her voice came out sharper than intended. “What are you just sitting there for? If you’ve got nothing better to do, get over here and give me a massage. My shoulders are ki11ing me.” He didn’t move. Victoria’s jaw tightened. “Did you hear me? I said my shoulders hurt.” Still nothing. She crossed her arms, irritation flaring hot and immediate in her chest. Vincent would’ve jumped up already to attend to her. Vincent would’ve been attentive, asking what he could do to help. But Adrian Cole just sat there like a statue.She’d spent the entire night out socializing and smoothing things over for this family, running herself ragged—and yet he had the nerve to act like the whole world owed him something, unmoving, indifferent, not even sparing her a glance. “Fine,” she snapped. “Don’t bother. I should’ve known better than to expect anything useful from you.” That got a reaction. His eyes opened slowly. When he looked at her, there was something in his expression she couldn’t quite read…something hollow and distant that made her uncomfortable. “Where were you last night?” His voice was quiet. Victoria felt heat rise up her neck. “I told you. The celebration banquet. I was working.” “I called you. Multiple times.” “My phone died.” The lie came easily. “The battery ran out during the press conference. I didn’t have a charger.” “You couldn’t borrow one?” “Adrian Cole.” She heard the warning edge in her own voice. “I don’t appreciate being interrogated like some criminal. I had a few drinks at the banquet, I networked with investors, and yes, I didn’t answer your calls. So what? It was an important night for my company. What exactly is your problem?” He studied her face for a long moment, and she hated how exposed she felt under that gaze. Like he could see straight through her carefully constructed walls. Then he reached for his phone on the coffee table. “I think you should see something,” he said. He tapped the screen a few times, then held it out toward her. The video started playing. Victoria’s blood turned to ice. There she was on the screen…the video of her kissing another man and accepting his ring was on full display turning her numb for a moment. “I need an explanation,” Adrian Cole said, still in that too-calm voice. Panic shot through her like electricity. Without thinking, she lunged forward and knocked the phone out of his hand. It clattered across the floor, the screen going dark. “How dare you!” The words exploded from her, sharp and vicious. “You’ve been spying on me? Secretly filming me? What kind of psychotic behavior is that?” Adrian Cole’s face changed. The careful blankness cracked, revealing something raw underneath…hurt so deep it looked like physical pain. “So it’s true,” he said quietly. “All of it.” Something in his tone made her chest constrict, but she couldn’t stop now. “So what if it’s true?” She pointed at him.Then she smiled. “If it really bothers you that much, then we can get a divorce. Go out there and see for yourself—see if you can actually find the kind of woman you want, someone who makes money, supports the family, and stays perfectly loyal. Go on, try it!” “I agree.” Adrian reached into his jacket and pulled out a manila folder, placing it deliberately on the coffee table between them. Divorce papers. Victoria froze, her eyes snapping to the documents, then to his face. “What…what is this?” “Exactly what it looks like.” His voice was calm, almost gentle. “I’m filing for divorce, Victoria.” Her shock lasted only a heartbeat before fury blazed across her features. “You?” Her hands were shaking with rage. “You think you get to divorce me?” She lunged forward and seized the papers, her perfectly manicured nails tearing through them with satisfaction. The sound of ripping paper filled the room as she shredded them pieces. “Who do you think you are?” She was shouting now, her composure completely shattered. “After everything…after I’ve tolerated your pathetic existence in MY house, eating MY food, living off my success…you think you have the right?” Adrian watched her destroy the papers with an expression that was almost detached, like he was observing something from a great distance. So this is who she really is, he thought. Three years, and I never truly saw it. Or maybe I did, and I just kept making excuses. Breathing hard, she spun toward her purse and practically tore it open, yanking out her own manila folder. “If anyone is ending this marriage, it’s me!” She slammed her papers onto the table so hard the furniture rattled. “I’ve been carrying these for weeks, waiting for the perfect moment…and you think you can steal that from me too?” He almost wanted to laugh. All this time, she’d had her own divorce papers ready. While he’d been agonizing over whether to let her go, she’d already made her choice. Had probably made it months ago. The woman standing before him, shaking with rage at being denied her grand exit, was a stranger. Or perhaps she was finally showing him who she’d always been. How fitting, he thought with bitter irony. Even in divorce, I was too slow. Her pen moved in violent strokes across both copies. “Let’s be honest, Adrian. Look at yourself!” She threw the pen down and shoved the papers toward him. “How are you even worthy of me anymore? I need a husband I can be proud of…someone accomplished, someone who commands respect. Not a pathetic servant playing at being a man!” Then he stood, picked up a copy of the signed divorce papers, and folded them calmly into his jacket and walked toward the door without answering. “That’s right, run away! That’s all you ever do!” She followed him into the foyer, her heels clicking against marble. “You’re nothing without me! Do you hear me? Nothing!” Adrian paused in the doorway, glanced back at her once with something almost like pity in his eyes, then walked out. The door closed with a quiet click. The phone rang as Adrian Cole stepped out of the mansion gates for what he knew might be the last time. “Sir.” Marcus ’s voice was controlled, and professional as always. “The SunCore Publishing transfer is nearly complete. Once Mrs.Cole rings the bell tomorrow, everything will be finalized. I can have the documents couriered to you by tomorrow evening…it will be a perfect celebration gift.” Adrian Cole stopped walking. The morning sun felt too bright,and too indifferent to the wreckage of his life. “That won’t be necessary,” he said quietly. “Sir?” “Victoria asked for a divorce this morning. In three days, I’ll move everything I own.” He paused, staring at the perfectly manicured hedges lining the driveway. “Handle the share transfer yourself. Do whatever you think is appropriate. Right now, I just need… some time alone.” There was a beat of silence. “Understood, sir.” Marcus ’s voice carried barely concealed relief. “If I may say so… I’m glad you’re finally free of that burden.” Adrian Cole ended the call without responding. He had nowhere to go. No home that felt like home. So he went to the only place that had ever offered him unconditional acceptance. ………- The cemetery was quiet this time of morning. Dew still clung to the grass, and the air smelled of earth and jasmine from the flowering trees scattered between the graves. Adrian Cole knelt before his mother’s tombstone, a simple granite with her name and dates carved in elegant script. He’d chosen this spot himself five years ago, under a magnolia tree she would have loved. “I’m sorry, Mama,” he whispered, tracing her name with his fingers. “You always told me to choose someone who valued me, and I… I thought I did. I thought if I loved her enough, supported her enough, she’d see…” His voice cracked. “I failed you. I became exactly what you warned me not to…someone who lost himself trying to be worthy of someone else’s love.” The wind rustled through the magnolia leaves, and for a moment, he could almost hear her voice saying: I love you. He stayed there a long moment, eyes closed, letting the silence comfort him. Then a scream shattered the cemetery’s peace. “Help! Someone, please!” Behind the building, three burly men had cornered a young woman against the stone wall. Their eyes gleamed with ug1y intent, the kind that made Adrian Cole’s stomach turn. One held a switchblade that caught the morning light; another was already reaching for her torrn collar. The woman was pressed against the wall, her eyes were wide with terror, fighting despite the obvious effects of whatever they’d forced into her system. Her clothes were disheveled, her lipstick smeared,and tears ran down her face. She was beautiful in a way that seemed almost fragile…she had delicate features, dark eyes that held both intelligence and raw fear. Her dark hair was partially undone, falling in waves down her back. Under different circumstances, Adrian Cole might have noticed the elegance in her bearing. “Even if you scream your lungs out, sweetheart,” the man with the blade sneered, leaning in close enough that she flinched, “no one’s coming. This place is empty. So why don’t you be obedient and make this easy? You’ll suffer less.” Adrian Cole stepped into view. “Stop.” Adrian Cole’s voice came out raw, and dangerous. They turned and laughed when they saw his slim build, expensive coat,and no bodyguards. He was an easy target. The leader waved the knife at him. “Walk away, pretty boy. Or we cut you open after we’re done with her.” Adrian Cole looked at them. The laughter died. Something in his eyes made the leader take half a step back. The other two froze. Adrian Cole didn’t speak again. He just moved. The leader recovered first, sneering. “I said walk away or we will carve you up, you can’t take on all three of us.” Adrian Cole didn’t answer. He simply took one more step forward, and the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. He smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile. “You’re welcome to try.” The leader lunged at him first, his blade arcing toward Adrian Cole’s ribs. Adrian Cole moved. His foot snapped up, connecting with the man’s wrist. Bone cracked; the blade spun away, clattering against a tombstone. Before the man could scream, Adrian Cole seized the extended arm, and hurled him head-first into his two companions. They crashed to the ground in a heap. “What the…” Adrian Cole was already on them. A knee to the second man’s throat dropped him choking. An elbow to the third’s temple sent him sprawling, dazed. The leader tried to scramble up; Adrian Cole’s heel came down on his wrist with a wet crunch. “Leave,” Adrian Cole said, in a quiet, almost conversational voice. “Before I stop being merciful.” They ran, stumbling over each other, cursing through bloodied lips as they disappeared between the graves. Adrian Cole turned to the stranger. She had slid down the wall, shaking violently, with her arms wrapped around herself. Up close, the signs were unmistakable… her pupils were dilated and she seemed to be burning with unnatural fever, her skin was flushed crimson, the puncture mark on her neck was fresh, and bleeding slightly. They drugged her. Hot fury warred in his chest. “Thank you,” she rasped, not looking at him. Her eyes were unfocused, and glassy. “They… injected me with something. I can’t… it burns…” Her hand went to her neck, and fresh panic flared across her face. It was a powerful aphrodisiac rampant in the underground black market. If the victim didn’t sleep with a man within twelve hours, their body would rupture and they’d die. “Dammn it.” Adrian’s face darkened instantly. She tried to stand up and her legs gave out entirely. Adrian Cole caught her as she collapsed forward, her body was scorching against his chest, breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. She clutched at his shirt with what little strength she had left. “Please,” she whispered against his neck, and he felt tears soaking into his collar. “Help me… I’m begging you…” The tremor running through her body, the way she shifted involuntarily as another wave hit her. Adrian Cole lifted her into his arms. She clung to him, trembling, face pressed to his neck. “I’ve got you,” he said quietly.

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