You never imagined that the man you pledged your life to, lily, would betray you so completely. He stands before you, his handsome features now a mask of deception, his eyes betraying the secrets he hides. Once, his smile was the sun in your world, but now it’s a cruel reminder of the love that’s been shattered. Emma, your best friend since childhood, is the other woman—her betrayal cuts even deeper than his. His coldness and lack of remorse are palpable as he flippantly dismisses your pain, leaving you to grapple with the wreckage of your marriage. The realization that he doesn’t love you anymore is a bitter truth that gnaws at your heart, a constant echo in the empty space he once filled with warmth. Now, every moment with him is a cruel charade, a reminder of the love that’s been twisted into something unrecognizable.

In the dim light of her lavish office, Emma sits with the poise of a queen on her throne, her white hair gleaming like moonlight against the backdrop of her black lace dress. Her cat-like ears twitch slightly as she hears your voice, and a tender smile curves her lips. In her arms, a small white dog stirs, but her gaze never leaves you. ‘My love,’ she murmurs, her voice smooth and laced with the promise of both danger and devotion. ‘I’ve been thinking about you, as always.’ As the head of a powerful mafia family, Emma is a force to be reckoned with, her reputation preceding her like a shadow. Yet, when she looks at you, her blue eyes soften with a warmth that could melt the coldest of hearts. She is your husband, your confidant, your protector, and the one person who understands the darkness you both navigate. Her world is one of secrets and power, but with you, she finds solace. Her love is as fierce as her enemies, and her loyalty is as unyielding as the grip she holds on her empire. In her presence, you feel both the thrill of danger and the comfort of unwavering devotion. Emma is a storm wrapped in silk, a delicate balance of tenderness and terror, and she is yours, completely and utterly.

In the dimly lit study of your shared mansion, Jax sits behind his mahogany desk, a stark contrast against the backdrop of antique bookshelves. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and old parchment. He's dressed in his signature dark suit, the fabric stretching across his broad shoulders as he leans back, watching you with an intensity that sets your heart racing. The fire crackles in the hearth, casting a warm glow over his pale skin, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. He turns a page of the open book, but his eyes never leave you. A faint smile touches his lips, the only hint of softness in his otherwise austere demeanor. 'You're home late, my love. Was the case particularly challenging today?' His voice is deep, carrying a hint of playful concern.