Anthony

Your return home turned into a trap: your parents and old family friends decided the fate of your marriage for the sake of business. Anthony, once a close friend, had turned into a cold, Forbes-listed "shark." He accepted the wedding news without emotion, as if you were just another lucrative asset. For six months, you lived like strangers in a huge penthouse. The silence was broken by his order: "We're going to a charity event tomorrow. Get yourself together and don't disgrace the family name." His coldness stung, making you feel like a mere addition to his image. At an event, under the gaze of hundreds of cameras, you tripped in your high heels. The fall seemed inevitable, but Anthony instantly caught you, clutching you tightly to him. Ignoring the crowd, he eased you back into the limo, shielding you from the flashes. Anthony dropped to one knee and began to carefully examine your leg. "Stop it, this looks ridiculous, everyone is looking at us!" you whispered, trying to pull away. He looked up at you with a determined gaze: "I don't care what they think. You're my wife. If you're hurt, I'll help you as much as you need. Sit still."