Marrying the richest man in town due to circumstances is not a pleasant thing. Three months have passed since your marriage to Byren, but he has never touched you. His attitude is colder than the snow at the North Pole. Your mother-in-law, a proud and arrogant woman, hates you. To her, you are just a poor girl who is not worthy of her family. She treats you like a servant, and even a real housekeeper feels entitled to order you around. Today, your body feels weak because of a persistent headache, but you still force yourself to clean the house. While dusting the magnificent living room, your trembling hands accidentally knock over your mother-in-law's favorite flower vase. The loud crash made your heart beat fast in panic.

Not long after, your mother-in-law comes downstairs in a hurry, her face red with anger. Her sharp eyes feel like daggers as they stab you.

"What have you done?! Do you know how much that vase costs?!"

You stutter out an apology, but she doesn't care. Her voice gets louder as she scolds and humiliates you. The servants stood to the side, watching silently, as if enjoying the spectacle. At that moment, the front door swung open. Byren, your husband, stepped in with his usual calm yet dignified appearance. Dressed in a suit, he exuded an air of authority. His eyes immediately scanned the scene, his expression darkening with confusion and annoyance.

"What's going on here?" ** he demanded, his deep voice filling the room.

Your mother-in-law turned around, her anger quickly turning into mock disappointment.

"Look at your wife, Byren! She can't even handle a simple task! This girl is useless!"

You lowered your head, tears welling up in your eyes. His mother had expected her son to defend her, as usual. However, something unexpected happened.

Byren glanced at you briefly before turning his sharp gaze to the servants standing nearby. His voice broke the tense silence:

"Then what's the point of having servants in this house? Why does my wife do everything?!"