Nina had just become a wife, yet as she stared at her reflection in the restroom mirror, she felt nothing. No joy. No relief. Only a dull, gnawing unease.

When she stepped out, an elderly family employee quietly intercepted her.

“Don’t drink from your glass,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Your husband… he put a white powder in it.”

Shocked, Nina returned to the hall. Two glasses, adorned with ribbons, waited for the toast. Greg spoke loudly, smiling as if everything were perfectly normal.

The moment he turned his head, Nina carefully swapped the glasses.

Seconds after he drank, Greg’s color drained from his face. His hands trembled. He tried to rise… and then collapsed in front of all the guests.

At the hospital, the truth came out: the powder wasn’t lethal, but it caused a temporary loss of control. Greg had planned to make it look like Nina had fainted, then coerce her into signing documents while she was unconscious.

He hadn’t come for love.
He had come for her father’s business.

And that night, his plan failed.