LOGINMorning came with a strange kind of calm.The kind that didnât last.Ammie stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her outfit carefully. Her fingers paused for a second as her thoughts drifted back to last night. The conversation. The silence. The way things didnât feel broken anymore⌠but not fixed either.ââŚWhat exactly are we doing?â she murmured.She shook it off quickly.Work.She needed to focus on work.---The moment she stepped into the company building, she felt it.Eyes.Whispers.Muted conversations that stopped the second she passed.Ammie slowed slightly, pretending not to noticeâbut she heard enough.âThatâs herâŚââThe CEOâs wifeâŚââContract or not, sheâs really hereâŚâHer grip tightened slightly on her bag.So it was starting again.---At the reception, one of the assistants gave her an awkward smile. âGood morning, ma.âAmmie nodded politely. âMorning.âBut even that felt⌠different.Like they werenât sure how to treat her anymore.---She walked toward her desk, try
The word stayed between them.âStay.âAmmie didnât move immediately. Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of her bag as she tried to understand what that one word meant now. Not before. Not during the contract. But now.Adrian didnât rush her. He just stood there, watching, waitingâsomething he rarely did.ââŚIn your room?â she finally asked, her voice low.He nodded once. âYes.âSilence followed.Not uncomfortable.Just⌠careful.Ammie looked at him for a long second, searching his face for somethingâcontrol, pride, indifference. But what she saw instead only confused her more.Calm.Maybe even⌠sincerity.She exhaled softly.ââŚOkay.âNot fully certain.But not resisting either.---The room felt different the moment she stepped in.Not because it had changedâBut because she had.Ammie walked in slowly, her eyes taking in the space like it was new. She had been here before, but never like this. Never with the understanding that she wasnât just passing through.Adrian closed
Adrian didnât slow down.Not even for a second.The drive to Biancaâs house was fast, reckless, filled with everything he hadnât said earlier. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw clenched, his mind replaying everything his PA had said.She planned it.She expected it.By the time he got there, he didnât bother knocking properly. The door wasnât even fully closed.He pushed it open.And froze.---Bianca wasnât alone.She was in the living room.Laughing.Closeâtoo closeâwith a man.Their lips locked like nothing else mattered.---For a secondâAdrian just stood there.Watching.Not shocked.Not heartbroken.Just⌠disappointed.---The sound of the door made them pull apart quickly.Bianca turned.And her expression changed instantly.âAdrianââ---âWhat the hell is this?â he cut in, his voice sharp.---The man beside her stepped back awkwardly.Bianca straightened, trying to regain control.âItâs not what it looks likeââ---Adrian laughed.A short, dry laugh.âDonât i
The tension in the house didnât fade.It only changed shape.Adrian stood in the living room, phone still in his hand, his mind running faster than he could control. Anger, confusion, frustrationâthey all sat heavily on his chest at the same time, making it hard to think clearly.This wasnât just about the headlines anymore.This wasnât just about Ammie.This was bigger.Messier.And somehowâpersonal.He exhaled sharply and dialed a number.âSir,â his PA answered almost immediately.âI want to know who started this,â Adrian said, his voice low but firm. âEvery post, every source, every connection. I donât care how long it takes.ââUnderstood, sir.ââAnd make it fast.âThe call ended.Adrian dropped the phone onto the table, running his hand through his hair. For a moment, he just stood there, staring into space, trying to piece everything together.---Upstairs, Ammie stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for work.Her movements were slower than usual.Not because she was tiredâ
The silence in the house didnât last long.It couldnât.Because outsideâEverything was already out of control.---Ammie sat up slowly on her bed, her phone still in her hand. Her eyes scanned the screen again, hopingâmaybeâthat she misunderstood something.But she didnât.The pictures were clear.Her.Drake.Walking too close.Looking too comfortable.---Her chest tightened.ââŚNo.âShe scrolled.More posts.More comments.More opinions from people who didnât know anything.---> âSo the CEOâs wife is cheating?ââI knew that marriage was fake.ââShe doesnât even look like she belongs with him.â---That oneâStayed longer than the rest.---Ammie dropped the phone beside her.Her breathing uneven now.âThis canât be happeningâŚâ---đŞ Downstairs â Same MorningAdrian stood in the living room, already dressed.But not moving.His phone was in his hand.The screen still lit.Same images.Same headlines.---His jaw tightened slightly.Not because of the public.Not even because of the
The evening air felt lighter than the house.Ammie didnât realize how much she needed that until she stepped outside with Drake beside her. The tension she had been carrying all day slowly eased with each step they took.Drake glanced at her. âYouâre finally breathing again.âAmmie let out a small smile. âDonât get used to it.ââI plan to,â he replied calmly.She shook her head slightly, but this time, she didnât pull away from the moment. She needed thisâsomething that didnât feel controlled, something that didnât feel like a contract.As they walked past a small group of people, one of them paused.A phone lifted slightly.A quiet snap.Neither Ammie nor Drake noticed.But the moment was captured.Clear.Close.Suggestive.---By the time they reached the roadside, the post was already up.> âIsnât this Mrs. Knight? CEO Adrian Knightâs âwifeâ? đââOr is the contract marriage finally showing its true color?âWithin minutes, it began to spread.---Across the street, Adrian saw them.







