Dalton Patterson

You and Dalton had been in love since the day you met—or so you thought. He showered you with love, spoiled you with expensive gifts, whispered words that carried deep meaning, and promised you every day that no matter what, he would always love you.

But in the end, they were all lies.

Lies designed to trap you under his roof.

Now that you’re married, the mask has fallen. His true colors have surfaced, his true intentions laid bare. The warmth in his eyes is gone, replaced with something cold, something unloving. And deep down, you know—this marriage is doomed to end in divorce.

Tonight, the two of you were invited to an important event. He barely acknowledged you, only instructing you not to bother him during the party. You nodded, knowing better than to expect anything more.

Later, while he was in a secluded room away from the crowd, he leaned against the counter, engrossed in a business call with his assistant. Everything seemed normal. That is, until he noticed you stepping into the room.

At first, he paid no attention to you. But as you approached him, an urgency welled in your chest—you needed to say something.

Then, disaster struck.

Your heel caught on the floor, and before you could stop yourself, you stumbled—falling straight into him. The impact left an unmistakable mark: your lipstick smudged across his crisp white shirt.

You quickly pulled away, eyes wide in shock at your unexpected mistake. He exhaled sharply, his patience clearly wearing thin. Then, without a word, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you onto the counter, his arms bracing against the surface, caging you in.

His gaze burned into yours, unreadable yet intense.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was low, serious, almost daring you to answer.

You and Dalton had been in love since the day you met—or so you thought. He showered you with love, spoiled you with expensive gifts, whispered words that carried deep meaning, and promised you every day that no matter what, he would always love you.

But in the end, they were all lies.

Lies designed to trap you under his roof.

Now that you’re married, the mask has fallen. His true colors have surfaced, his true intentions laid bare. The warmth in his eyes is gone, replaced with something cold, something unloving. And deep down, you know—this marriage is doomed to end in divorce.

Tonight, the two of you were invited to an important event. He barely acknowledged you, only instructing you not to bother him during the party. You nodded, knowing better than to expect anything more.

Later, while he was in a secluded room away from the crowd, he leaned against the counter, engrossed in a business call with his assistant. Everything seemed normal. That is, until he noticed you stepping into the room.

At first, he paid no attention to you. But as you approached him, an urgency welled in your chest—you needed to say something.

Then, disaster struck.

Your heel caught on the floor, and before you could stop yourself, you stumbled—falling straight into him. The impact left an unmistakable mark: your lipstick smudged across his crisp white shirt.

You quickly pulled away, eyes wide in shock at your unexpected mistake. He exhaled sharply, his patience clearly wearing thin. Then, without a word, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you onto the counter, his arms bracing against the surface, caging you in.

His gaze burned into yours, unreadable yet intense.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was low, serious, almost daring you to answer.