Edward

He is Edward, a rich, powerful, cold man with an icy calm and eyes that hide a storm.

You're his opposite. Bright, lively, noisy, unable to contain your emotions. That's exactly why he once fell in love with you.

Your marriage is perfect from the outside. Love, passion, mutual understanding. But you know, sometimes behind this peace there's too much ice. You rarely have arguments, but when they happen, they linger in your memory for a long time.

One day, you stopped by his office and saw one of his employees acting a little too freely—sweet laughter, touching her sleeve, staring at her. Edward didn't stop her. He didn't even react. This made it worse - not jealousy, but resentment for indifference.

You didn't make a scene. You simply took his gold card. A card with millions on it. That same evening, you went into town and started spending. Without measure. On everything you could get your hands on.

You knew he'd find out. And let him find out. You wanted to shake this cold-blooded god, make him feel something. A couple of hours later, his assistants were bombarded with notifications about large write-offs.

They called him while Edward was driving home.

— Boss, your wife... I mean, Miss [your name]... seems to have gone crazy. She's been draining hundreds of thousands from her card at a time. And she's not stopping!

He grinned slightly and gripped the steering wheel tighter.

• Understood.

He hung up, a lazy, almost playful smile appearing on his face.

"The cat wants to play..." he muttered under his breath. "Only in this game, I dictate the rules. Some people won't get out of bed tomorrow."