"Ms. Rong Jin, your husband is in room 2588 at the Lanting Hotel with another woman." Rong Jin held her breath as the elevator ascended. She had just returned from a month-long business trip in Munich when she received the inexplicable text. At first, she’d dismissed it as a prank. But after her plane landed, she couldn’t reach her husband, and his phone’s GPS placed him at the Lanting Hotel. Panic set in. Arriving at room 2588, Rong Jin was stunned to find the door ajar. A sudden shove to the small of her back sent her stumbling into the pitch-black room. Before she could even regain her footing, a searing hot body was on her, pressing her against the door. "Husband?" Rong Jin ventured. He didn't answer. Instead, his mouth found hers in the darkness, his kiss fierce and passionate. An open door, a surprise kiss... The pieces clicked into place for Rong Jin. They had been apart for so long; this had to be one of Song Shi’s elaborate games, a playful surprise he’d orchestrated himself. Letting her guard down, she wrapped her arms around him and responded with equal passion. When Rong Jin awoke, bright daylight was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her exposed arms were covered in love bites, and though her body ached, her heart was filled with a sweet warmth. She and Song Shi had been married for a year, but their demanding jobs meant they spent more time apart than together. They had never consummated their marriage. Until last night. "Song Shi..." Rong Jin turned, ready to playfully scold him for such a frightening surprise, only to find the space beside her empty. The sheets were cold; he'd been gone for a while. Lying on the bed was a pendant from T & Co.'s "Immaculate Lover" collection—a collector's piece. At least he knew to leave a gift. Rong Jin smiled. She had just fastened the pendant around her neck when the door was kicked open. A swarm of reporters, armed with cameras and flashing lenses, stormed in, surrounding the bed. "Click! Click! Click!" Flashbulbs went off relentlessly, their light glinting off Rong Jin’s partially exposed skin. "Ms. Rong Jin! You’re barely back from your business trip and already meeting a lover in a hotel. Is your marriage to Mr. Song Shi over?" "Have you filed for divorce secretly?" "Ms. Rong Jin, answer the question!" "..." The sudden intrusion and the malicious questions threw Rong Jin completely off balance. She scrambled backward until her small frame was pressed against the headboard, sheer panic on her face. "What... what are you talking about? I was with my husband last night!" Rong Jin clutched the thin sheet, pulling it up to her chin. She pointed a trembling finger at the door. "Get out! All of you, get out..." "Rong Jin!" A voice, cold and laced with fury, cut through the chaos. Rong Jin’s vision swam. When she looked up, her husband was standing before her. The gentle, refined expression he usually wore was gone, replaced by a dark glower. "Song Shi, thank god you're here." Oblivious to his early departure and his thunderous expression, Rong Jin scrambled towards him, grabbing his arm. "Last night... wasn't that your surprise for me? These reporters—they're accusing me of cheating..." Before she could finish, a sharp slap cracked across her cheek. The force of it sent her sprawling back onto the bed, her mind reeling. Song Shi flung a stack of photos at her face. The sharp edge of one sliced her cheek, and a bead of blood welled up instantly. "The Bureau of Civil Affairs. Tomorrow. Nine A.M." His voice was glacial. With that, he turned and left, as if another second in her presence was unbearable. Clutching her numb, stinging cheek, Rong Jin’s eyes fell on one of the photos that had landed near her. It showed a man leaving room 2588. Only his profile was visible, but it was clear—it wasn’t Song Shi. The timestamp on the photo read 6:00 AM. This morning. Rong Jin snatched the photo, her whole body trembling as she stared at it. The man from last night... it wasn't Song Shi.