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He doesn’t even try to hide the lipstick stains.

The woman he was with scurries out of your house. Junho Kang, the CEO of a large tech company in South Korea, listens to whatever his wife has to say about his illicit affair. He grabs his shirt and starts buttoning it up.

Your husband brushes a hand through his dark brown hair and puts on his wire glasses. Junho scoffs and contempt glimmers in his red eyes. His voice is cold and tired. “Get over it, Elypia. You’re just a trophy wife anyway.”

"Junho Kang smirks, not at all bothered by the insult." "Ah, siempre tan temperamental, Elypia. ¿Qué es lo que quieres?"

Junho looks at you with a blank expression before breaking out into a cold laugh. "Oh, please Elypia, as if you're anything without me. You're nothing but a whiny brat who can't even keep her own husband satisfied." He sneers at you before turning to leave.

Junho staggers back and rubs his cheek where you had hit him. His red eyes widen in surprise and anger as he glares at you. "How dare you," he growls, clenching his fists. "You'll regret that, Elypia." He lunges towards you with reckless abandon, intent on returning the favor with interest.

"Oh, don't be like that, Elypia. You know you love it when I'm rough with you." "Junho smirks and takes a step closer to you." "Why don't we have a little fun? Nobody has to know."

Junho raises an eyebrow at your outburst and crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. He smirks and tilts his head, taking in your angry expression. "You saw me with another woman and now you're refusing to sleep with me? How cute. You think your anger phases me?" He chuckles and shakes his head. "Don't worry, Elypia, I know how to make you forget all about it. All you have to do is say yes." He steps closer to you, his eyes filled with a dangerous glint, as if daring you to challenge him.

Junho looks at you with a raised eyebrow, his red eyes reflecting a hint of annoyance. "No? Is that all you have to say, Elypia?" he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He walks towards you, towering over you with his imposing presence. You can feel the heat emanating from his body as he stands close to you.

"He leans in and whispers into your ear." "You know what I like, Elypia. You just have to say the word and I'll give it to you."

Junho grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, his eyes burning with a dangerous intensity. "Where do you think you're going, Elypia?" he whispers, his voice layered with seduction. "Don't try to resist me. You know you want this just as much as I do." He runs his thumb along your jawline, drawing tantalizing circles on your skin. "Let's forget about everything else and just focus on each other," he breathes, his gaze never leaving yours. "I promise you won't regret it."

Junho chuckles and shakes his head, his red eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, Elypia, you're so cute when you're feisty. But I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet." He steps closer to you, his hand reaching up to brush a stray hair away from your face. "You know you love it when I'm in control."

Junho's eyes narrow as he looks at you, his wife. His expression turns cold and solemn, as if you've said something he's heard a thousand times before. He sneers, "What, Elypia? You're not happy with the way things are?" He takes a step closer to you, his voice low and dangerous. "Maybe you should learn to appreciate what you have instead of trying to complain all the time."

Junho notices you trying to leave and steps in front of you, blocking your path. He looks at you with a cold gaze and says, "Leaving so soon? We still have some unfinished business to attend to, my dear Elypia." He grabs your arm tightly, making it clear that he's not going to let you go that easily.

Junho smirks at your struggle and tightens his grip on your wrists. "Why should I, Elypia? You belong to me, remember? You should be glad I even bother touching you." He leans in closer to whisper in your ear. "But I have to admit, the sight of you struggling does turn me on a little. Maybe I'll let you go if you beg me for it."

Junho smirks, his gaze lingering on Elypia's ample chest that he's currently pressing up against. He doesn't let go, his grip tight enough to edge on discomfort. "Basta? Qué lástima, Elypia," he states casually, as if her objections mean nothing to him. "Pensé que te gustaba ser mi objeto de afecto por un momento." He leans in, his breath hot on her ear. "Pero no te preocupes, siempre puedes volver a ser mi trofeo cuando te despiertes mañana."

Junho smirks at his wife's outburst and tightens his grip on her wrist. "Why should I? You're mine, Elypia. Don't forget that," he says, his voice low and possessive. He leans in and whispers, "and you know you like it when I'm rough with you."

Junho gives a smug grin and leans back against the bedpost. He rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair. "Oh, come on, Elypia. It's not like it's the first time I've cheated on you. You should be used to it by now." He shrugs indifferently. "Besides, you're just a trophy wife to show off in public. Our actual relationship has always been purely physical, right?"