Chapter 2

"So many young, pretty women are lining up for your attention, you could easily go out and have some fun. Your wife is getting old, after all."

"Don't say things like that, ever again. Vivian... she's wonderful. It's just..."

Caleb and his friend Noah were casually chatting in the study, just shooting the breeze and laughing.

I stood outside the study door, holding a fruit platter, my feet glued to the spot.

I had deeply analyzed Caleb's personality.

His childhood had been a dark, cold, oppressive void, leaving him with an insatiable hunger for thrills.

He would kneel all night in a torrential downpour, begging the one he loved not to leave. He'd even free-climb six stories for a business deal.

At his core, he loved adventure and excitement.

Now, our peaceful, comfortable life was boring him.

He was just waiting for the right moment, a perfect excuse to shatter the fragile, surface-level peace between us.