"It seems so hard to even find, let alone meet you after you married

Keenan." Liam, a man who is an old friend of Catherine Chandra, raised his

glass, inviting the woman's glass to clink with his.

Catherine smiled, her eyes winking to the side. "I love Keenan, and I

have to be a good wife to him by not seeing other men like you."

The two old friends laughed heartily. Tonight, Liam met Catherine because he

wanted to invite her to rejoin their company.

"You're beautiful and talented, Cath, but I admire that you're willing

to give everything up for your husband. Ah, you're even more beautiful now that

you're married." Liam teased as he folded the black folder that had been

open all this time.

"I just don't want to be a disobedient wife." Catherine chuckled

softly. "You also know, it was very difficult for me to find a

well-established man like Keenan."

Catherine's phone rang softly, and an alarm for tonight's schedule prompted

her to grab her clutch and stand up. "I have to go tonight."

"Meeting Keenan?" Liam asked.

"Of course. He's my only man every night."

Liam patted the woman's arm lightly. "Alright, your old habit hasn't

changed. In that case, let's part ways. I hope we can meet again someday."

"Of course, Liam. I'm sure this won't be our last

meeting," said Catherine.

They hugged briefly, then parted ways. Catherine went to her car in the

parking lot. However, before she started the engine, a text message startled

her.

***

The sound of moans filled the 5x5-meter room in a five-star hotel. A

brown-haired woman led the way, making the man beneath her enjoy the moment.

"You're amazing, Arsila...."

CRASH!

The man and woman, amid their heated encounter, turned in shock, halting

what they were doing and quickly covering their bodies with the blanket.

"LET ME IN!" Catherine shouted angrily as two officers blocked her

entry into the hotel and allowed her inside.

Catherine's rage peaked as she stormed to the bed, yanking the blanket off

Arsila.

SLAP!

A slap landed on Arsila's cheek, causing her face to turn aside. "ARE

YOU STEALING MY HUSBAND?! HUH?!"

Arsila didn't respond; her head lowered as if feeling no guilt.

"ANSWER ME, ARSILA—"

"Watch your tone, Catherine!" Standing at 180 centimeters,

the man pulled his wife away from Arsila.

"Show respect to Arsila and stop this cheap drama!" Keenan

yelled.

"Cheap? What do you mean? I'm your wife, Keenan. This cheap woman is

the one who stole you from me!" Catherine shouted back.

Keenan stood up, put on his pants, and pulled Catherine away from the

bed. "Do you realize what you've done?!"

"Do you realize what you've done, Keenan? Why are you sleeping with

another woman when I invited you for dinner?!" Catherine's voice

quivered violently.

Keenan was about to respond to his wife when Biana—Keenan's mother—suddenly

entered the room. Her arrival stopped their argument. Catherine felt a sense of

safety, thinking Biana would defend her since Keenan had crossed the line.

"Mother, please remove this woman from my room. She's disturbing Arsila

and even hit her," Keenan said.

Biana approached her fingers, smoothing Catherine's slightly messy hair and

wiping away the tears on her daughter-in-law's cheek.

"My dear, end this drama. Haven't you realized that the business world

is never without infidelity?" Biana said softly, her words sending

shockwaves through Catherine.

"What do you mean, Mother? Why aren't you stopping Keenan?"

"Stop? Don't you see the chaos you've caused tonight? You made us lose

everything. Can't you think, can't you be aware of the condition of this

family?!" Biana's voice began to rise.

"Ah, I had my suspicions. At first, I ignored the rumors about you

often hanging out with male friends outside... you never cared about your

husband because you could leave whenever you wanted if this family fell

apart!"

"Mother, what are you saying—"

"Enough, Catherine! Stop pretending and leave your husband with

Arsila!" Biana snapped.

"MOTHER, I NEVER MET WITH MALE FRIENDS, LET ALONE HAD AN

AFFAIR!" Catherine screamed in anger, but Biana just smiled at her.

"No garbage is stored without a stench spreading. That's what you've

been like all this time," Biana said.

Catherine's body trembled violently, her eyes glaring at Arsila, who still

wrapped herself in the blanket. The woman smiled maliciously at Catherine,

feeling victorious because she was fiercely defended.

"If you were aware of your husband's condition, at least you would stop

using our family's wealth to go out partying. Stop using our family's money and

be a useful wife by allowing your husband to sleep with a woman much more

useful than you," Biana said.

"Mother, I can do anything for Keenan. I'm sorry I didn't understand

what was happening, I—"

A condescending smile appeared on Biana's lips as she stroked Catherine's

head, then turned the gentle touch into a painful squeeze.

"Stop your nonsense and leave this place right now!" Biana

growled, her eyes glaring at her daughter-in-law, her hand slapping Catherine's

head harshly.

Catherine turned to Keenan, tears uncontrollably flowing, lamenting her

misfortune tonight. "Honey...." Catherine called softly.

"You still believe in me, right?"

Keenan took a deep breath. "Everything is clear. Stop pretending when

you know my current condition. I'm the victim of your selfishness all this

time."

"But that woman... she's stealing you from me," Catherine

said.

"She didn't steal me; I need her more than anything." Keenan

approached Catherine and whispered. "You need to understand why I need to

do all this, and you just need to sit quietly and give in...."

"The company is facing a downturn; I need someone who supports me, and

Arsila is the right person."

Catherine trembled violently, her stomach churning painfully. "Stop all

this, Keenan. Let me do it for you—"

Keenan jerked Catherine's hand, holding his arm, as she knelt. "Aren't

you ashamed, Catherine? You're talking as if you have everything in front of

Arsila. You should protect your husband's reputation and give in. Arsila is

much better than you!"

Keenan took a white folder he had prepared in case something like this

happened tonight.

"Take this and go home... we'll continue our business at home. Don't

interfere with what I'm doing with Arsila."

Catherine opened the folder, and immediately,

her body froze as two burly men forcibly pulled her arms.