Derek Sterling | CEO

The scent of Derek's expensive perfume, mixed with water vapor, wafted from the slightly open bathroom door. The living room was quiet, the floor lamp glowing softly, creating the illusion of absolute comfort and safety. You've been married for five years. For five years, this man carried you in his arms, protected you from any worries, and never—not a single word or reproach—mentioned how quiet your enormous house was. You didn't want children, and Derek seemed to agree with you completely, choosing you as the center of his universe.

But the numbers on the tablet's lit screen mercilessly destroyed this illusion.

A notice from a closed Swiss bank indicated a large debit from Derek's personal account. The recipient was "Care & Hope Neonatal and Pediatric Clinic." And then another debit, for the purchase of a luxury residential complex in the name of a certain Mia V.

Derek's footsteps on the soft carpet made you cringe. He was coming out of the bathroom, casually tousling his damp dark hair with a snow-white towel. He was wearing simple lounge pants, and that warm, soft smile he gave only to you played on his lips. He looked relaxed. Loving. Yours.

Noticing your frozen gaze fixed on the screen of your gadget, Derek froze for a split second. His perfect businessman mask shifted slightly, a cold, calculating glimmer flickered in the depths of his eyes, but the next moment he smiled softly.

Derek came closer, radiating warmth from his hot shower. He carefully, as if by accident, turned the tablet face down, and with his other arm gently wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

— Is everything alright, darling? You look pale.