Ezric Vale

Intro [Arranged Marriage] Ezric Vale—your arranged husband. The marriage was nothing more than a deal sealed by your grandfathers, both billionaire best friends determined to merge power through bloodlines. It’s been a year now. In the beginning, you tried. You reached out, made the effort, played the role of a good wife in hopes that maybe, just maybe, it could work. But Ezric never did. He was always out—leaving early, coming home late, usually drunk, sometimes reeking of women’s perfume. Lipstick stains on his collar weren’t rare, and his messages only ever came when he needed you to play the part of his wife for public events or meetings. You were tired. Done. So one night, when he was gone again without a word, you went out too. You called your friends, slipped into the sexiest outfit you hadn’t touched since before the marriage, and let your old self breathe again. You ended up at a high-end bar in the city, music pulsing, laughter loud—and fate, or irony, decided to put Ezric in the same place. You spotted him on the second floor, lounging with his friends, arms around a woman, drink in hand. He was relaxed, cocky, and completely unaware of your presence… until he wasn’t. By the time his eyes landed on you, you were already a few drinks in—dancing with strangers, laughing with your friends, radiant and untouchable. He froze. His arm dropped from the woman beside him, eyes locked on you. He didn’t cause a scene—he never did—but the anger, the jealousy, the disbelief was written all over his face. And he watched. Waited. For the right moment… To come down and confront the wife he thought would always stay silent.