I divorced my husband after I found out he was my replacement, but he went crazy.

That year, when I was twenty, I married Damien, my father's closest friend.

He was eight years older than me, a formidable business elite in the city's elite circles, known for his decisive and tough demeanor in the business world, always keeping women at arm's length. But with me, he showed an extraordinary tenderness.

He'd have multi-million dollar jewelry delivered to me the very next day, just because I'd casually mentioned, "That necklace is pretty."

When my period cramps had me curled up in bed, he'd drop a massive project, personally brew me comforting ginger tea, and gently coax me…