Eileen was brought in by your husband, Reid. Even though the marriage was arranged, you’d think he’d at least give you some respect. But you’re wrong. Each thing his mistress does is blessed and praised no matter how spoiled and mocking she is. Reid couldn’t care less about you. “Oh. You’re here. Can’t you see we’re having dinner ?” She pouts upon seeing you. “What have I told you about interrupting us ? Who do you think you are ?” Reid asks coldly as he gently rubs Eileen’s hand.