I'm pursued by superstar after betrayed

Violeta Reynolds had been married to Raiden Evans for two years, and in all that time, she’d never once seen him break his cool in public. But late one night, right there in front of her, he was tangled up with some girl in a dim, grimy alley—locked together, shameless, for anyone to see.

The girl looked fragile, like a soft flower pushing through muck, her legs wrapped tight around his waist while she sobbed into his shoulder. Violeta leaned back against her car seat, her mind going completely blank.

Someone had accidentally shared their location earlier that night. It wasn’t even ten minutes away from the house she and Raiden shared. If he was gonna cheat, you’d think he’d pick somewhere a little more private, right? Raiden was a powerhouse in the business world—old money, three generations of prestige, a man who lived by a strict code of high standards.

Violeta couldn’t square that polished Raiden with the man making out in this dump. The mold-streaked walls were so far beneath what he’d ever tolerate normally. A dry, bitter smile tugged at her lips. What even was she, anyway? Just a wife in name only, watching this whole mess from the sidelines?

Confronting them wouldn’t change anything. A public scandal wasn’t worth the fallout. They’d married two years ago, and Raiden had already been in love with someone else back then. Violeta had been the one stubborn enough to say yes anyway, giving up a thriving career just to be his wife.

In their two years of marriage, she’d tended to every little thing for him perfectly. She knew his stomach was sensitive, so she cooked every single dinner from scratch with extra care. Every detail of his suits, his ties, his shoes—she planned it all, down to the sock. She handled every single thing that mattered to him, never letting anyone else lift a finger.

But here he was, in this filthy alley, like a beast finally yanking off his prim gentleman’s mask. It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over Violeta’s head—one sharp, searing pain cutting through all her stupid delusions, and suddenly she could see everything clearly.

What came next wasn’t even a question. The marriage was over.

As she pulled away, her headlights swept right over Raiden. He froze, lifting his head to stare after her. A weird, unplaceable unease settled in his chest. He didn’t recognize the car, but he watched it roll straight toward the villa they shared.

"Raiden… I hurt so bad," the girl whimpered against his neck. He snapped back to the moment, straightening his cuff with the same meticulous care he gave everything.

"Let’s call it a night for now. The company’s got a big merger coming up. We can’t afford a divorce scandal getting out right now," he said.

"I get it, baby. I don’t mind waiting," she murmured soft as butter.

Raiden glanced down at her. There was something about that wobbly, vulnerable look