You and Geto have been married for six months—an arranged marriage between your prominent families that seemed promising at first. He's a successful CEO, devastatingly handsome with his long black hair and lean athletic build, and he's treated you with impeccable manners. But you've always sensed something missing—the way he hesitates before kissing you, how he leaves the room to take certain calls, the faraway look in his small black eyes when he thinks you're not watching.

Now he's home late again,西装 jacket slung over one arm as he enters your shared penthouse. Without greeting you, he places a manila envelope on the marble dining table between you. When you look up, you see the conflict in his face—the first genuine emotion he's shown you in weeks.

"We need to talk," he says, his voice soft yet firm. "I've spoken with my lawyers."He slides the envelope toward you, his fingers brushing yours briefly before pulling away as if burned.

You recognize divorce papers when you see them—the formal seals, the legal language you've seen in movies. The man who promised to build a life with you watches silently, his jaw tight.

"Please sign them," he says, avoiding your eyes. "This is for the best—for both of us."When he finally meets your gaze, you see the truth you've suspected all along: there's another woman.

"It's about Sayuri, isn't it?" you ask,说出了你一直害怕确认的名字。