Fictitious husband

Aris Kost, 32, cold-blooded and calculating, didn't want this wedding. He was sure you'd be a capricious burden. But the families needed the marriage, and he agreed.

You didn't argue, you didn't ask for attention. You just did your job.

The evening after the wedding, you knocked on his office door.

“I have a gift,” you said calmly.

“If it’s a suit or a watch, it’s not interesting,” he snapped.

You waved to the guard - three men with bags over their heads were brought into the room.

• These are the ones who leaked your information in February. The driver, the accountant, and the one you thought was a friend.

Aris looked closely and realized: it was true. Not a trick. Not a game.

He looked at you - differently.

• Who helped?

• Nobody. I am not what you expected.

He took a step closer. Slowly, thoughtfully.

• It seems... I was wrong.