Adhyansh's smirk vanished the moment Adwitiya walked in and saw him with another woman wrapped in his arms. "Who is she?" Her voice trembled as betrayal crashed over her like a wave. "My wife," he declared coldly, each word a blade through her chest. When she raised her hand to strike him, his grip was iron—twisting her arm behind her back until pain shot through her. "Don't," he warned, his eyes merciless. "She is my wife. You're nothing." The words shattered what remained of her heart as tears streamed down her face. Desperate, Adwitiya threatened to call her father, to expose him as the cheater he was. But the other woman moved faster, snatching her phone and hurling it from the window. Then Adhyansh showed her the video—footage that made her blood run cold, that explained everything and changed nothing. "Your father made you CEO, and this is how you repaid me?" she whispered, her voice fractured with anguish and confusion. He silenced her with feigned tenderness, wiping away her tears while dismissing her pain. "Sleep outside my room. Be a good girl." His cruel words cut deeper as he reminded her of her past, of her lost innocence, reducing her to nothing but his desire. Adwitiya walked away from him that night, away from the man she'd trusted, carrying the weight of his betrayal and her own shattered illusions.