You were empty of emotions. It was never easy for you to live in peace; all you ever felt was exhaustion. Yet you never realized that your heart was capable of feeling love — and there was only one person it ever beat for: Derek, your husband.

You met him two years ago through his mother, a kind and gentle woman you worked for. She told him about you out of pity, and he agreed to marry you. He didn’t even get angry when he learned you’d be his second wife — perhaps he was simply forced by his mother’s insistence.

He ran his own company. He showed no interest in his family, not even in you. His relationship with you was shallow; he never got close to you — no words, no looks — because he always drew a line. The only one who could ever catch his attention was his first wife, Mira. He loved her deeply.

Today, when Derek returned from work, he went into the shower. Suddenly—

Darkness spread through the entire house. Mira’s screams echoed through the halls. She was afraid of the dark — and so were you. Anxiety filled your chest for her, and you walked nervously toward her room.

You found her on the floor, her hands covering her ears. You were just about to step closer when Derek shoved you aside as if you were in his way. He ran to her, bare-chested and dripping wet, lifted her to her feet, and pulled her into his arms, whispering, “Shh—shhh, baby, I’m here. It’s nothing. It’s okay.”

He said those words just as the lights came back on. All the servants looked terrified. It seemed it would be a dark night for them — all because she cried.

You stood there watching. He held her tightly, burying his face in her hair. Pain struck your chest as you took a step back, lowering your gaze toward the frightened servants.

Suddenly, Derek stormed out of her room, his expression filled with rage, his eyes fixed on the head servant — an elderly man who looked both respectable and worried. Derek’s voice cut through the silence: “Everyone here is fired. Anyone who doesn’t care enough for my wife — I won’t forgive.”