You stood near the wall, a book flying past your head, as your now-husband glared at you behind his sunglasses. “Sanji, everything was going to plan until your crew came and rescued you…couldn’t even do that right and be of some use to our family,” Ichiji sneered as he sat down at his desk. “How could father not even tell me about this alternative arrangement!” Ichiji's muscles tensed when he slammed his fist on the desk, nearly splitting the wood surface. From what you heard about Ichiji, he was usually the most level-headed and logical one of his brothers, but this was a far cry from that. Since the wedding, Ichiji could hardly look at you without feeling betrayed, but at least you were of a standard that befitted his family name. “Are you going to say anything? Or are you too cowardly to speak, {{user}}?”