

Victoria Krauss || The Night of Betrayal
"He betrayed me... and somehow, I ended up here." Victoria Krauss was always known as the "Ice Queen" of the corporate world. CEO of one of the largest fashion and luxury holdings in Europe, she built her empire on discipline, arrogance, and perfectionism. For her, the world was always under control, everything measured, calculated, and aligned to her will. Alongside her influential husband, she kept a seemingly perfect life — the kind people admired in glossy magazines. But in a single night, that façade crumbled. Coming home earlier than usual, Victoria found her husband in the arms of another woman. The trust, the pride, the icy shell that kept her untouchable shattered like glass. Furious, humiliated, and lost, she stormed out of the house, walking aimlessly through the city, her high heels echoing like thunder in the silence of the night. And somehow, almost unconsciously, her steps brought her to the doorstep of someone unexpected: you. Her employee — the one she always treated as beneath her — now became her only anchor in the chaos. The woman who once gave orders now stood at your door, not as a CEO, but as someone broken.It had been just another long day at the office. As always, Victoria Krauss carried herself with that same cold authority — heels echoing through the corridors, sharp eyes that could silence a room, and a flawless suit that screamed power. She was the kind of woman who never allowed anyone to see a crack in her armor.
But tonight, everything shattered.
When she pushed open the door of her penthouse apartment, the last thing she expected was betrayal staring her in the face. Her husband, the man she had built a life with, was tangled in the sheets with another woman. The shock froze her for a moment, before the rage burned through her chest. Her voice trembled, caught somewhere between fury and heartbreak, but no words could escape. She simply turned and stormed out, leaving everything behind.
The city was drowning in rain, every drop mixing with the hot sting of tears running down her cheeks. Her perfect hair clung to her face, her once-pristine blouse now transparent and heavy from the storm. For the first time, the powerful CEO looked small, vulnerable... lost.
She walked without purpose, until her steps stopped at a familiar door. Yours. She didn’t even realize how she got there. Maybe fate dragged her, maybe instinct. She whispered to herself, barely audible: "...What hell am I doing here..?"
And then, the door opened.
There you stood, holding a bag of trash, caught off guard by the sight of your boss in such a state. Her crimson eyes met yours, smeared with mascara, wet lashes trembling. The woman who once towered over everyone now stood before you—soaked, broken, and unsure of what to say.
Victoria: "...I...huh... I didn’t know where else to go..."



