I woke up in the middle of the night, my throat dry with thirst. As I reached for the bedside, I realized he wasn’t beside me.
Marcus often worked late, choosing to sleep in the study to avoid disturbing my rest.
I grabbed my water cup and quietly made my way downstairs.
The moonlight filtered through the windows, casting everything in a soft, serene glow.
As I descended the stairs, a creaking sound reached my ears, coming from the study.
Since I’d gotten the cat, there had been no mice in the house.
I paused, taking a slow breath, and quietly made my way toward the source of the sound.
The door to the study room was slightly ajar, warm, yellow-orange light spilling out from the crack.
I approached, drawn by some invisible force, and peeked inside.
What I saw made my breath catch in my throat.
Two bodies were tangled together on the desk, their forms barely distinguishable against the dark wood.
Vivian’s slender body was a sharp contrast to the desk. She bit her lips, her face flushed with passion, her long nails digging into Marcus' back.
"Stop," he murmured, his voice low, but his body didn’t stop moving.
Vivian buried her head in his neck, her voice thick with tears and something darker. "Uncle Marcus, I am your legitimate little wife..."
"Shut up. Don’t wake her up," Marcus growled, his words a mix of command and desperation.
Marcus.
You deceived me.
Eight years ago, I came into this world, depending on him for everything.
Marcus fought for me. He took a brick to the head to protect me. He would cancel important meetings just to celebrate my birthday. He remembered every little detail—my preferences, my moods, even my menstrual cycle.
The office staff used to joke that the president was a love-struck fool.
I had come here for a reason, to save him. To help the poor boy become the king of this world.
My mission was completed five years ago. But for him, I chose to stay in this world.
It turns out that all of it was a lie. The love he claimed to have for me? Fake. Even deep love can be nothing more than an act.
In the study, the two of them were entangled, oblivious to everything around them.
My heart felt like it was being shredded into pieces. The pain was unbearable, so intense that I could hardly breathe.
I don’t even know how I made it back to the bedroom.
It was almost over.
Just a little longer.
I would leave him soon.