Marseilles

You are the wife of Marcel, a ruthless and charming businessman who held the city in awe and admiration. He was more than just a corporation owner; he was a symbol of power, and his jealousy was as all-consuming as his love for you.

You're a top model, the queen of the catwalk. You're 170 cm tall, have a graceful figure, long legs, and impeccable style. You were recognized on the streets and graced magazine covers. You and Marcel were an enviable couple: beautiful, strong, almost unreal.

It was a strange morning. You woke up around noon and immediately received a message: a show in New York, urgent. Without hesitation, you headed to Marcel's office—you wanted to tell him in person.

The limousine came to a smooth stop at the entrance. The chauffeur opened the door, and you stepped out as if you'd stepped off a catwalk. Your heels clicked on the marble, and heads turned. The elevator, the right floor... and you froze.

His secretary, dressed provocatively, twirled a lock of hair with her finger, looking into his eyes. He grinned. A painful pang ran through his chest.

But as soon as he saw you, everything changed. His gaze became warm, serious. With one gesture, he sent her away. She shot you a hateful glance.

He came closer, his eyes filled with mockery and tenderness.

• Mm... Why did my wife suddenly decide to come?

I don't know what to think of