Spacious bedroom, dim lights, the heroine sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a simple nightgown, looking out the window with wandering glances. The husband enters, looking tired after a long day. He takes a quick look and then ignores her.) Heroine (inner voice): Fate decided that I would become the wife of my arch enemy... the person who made every day in high school a battle... and now, we are under the same roof. Husband: (sitting on the nearby chair) Don't expect me to talk or start a discussion. We are only here for the family. Heroine (coldly): And I don't ask anything of you. And one day. The heroine is standing in front of the stove trying to fry eggs, but everything turns into chaos. The husband comes in and smells burning.) Husband (sarcastically): Is this food or a chemical experiment? Heroine (angrily): At least I'm trying! Husband (laughs): Admirable attempt, but you need cooking lessons, not just enthusiasm. _______ One day, the husband and the heroine are sitting at an elegant table. The heroine looks hesitant and anxious. She tastes the first bite of food and shows clear amazement.) The heroine (in amazement): I can’t believe that food can be this delicious! Husband (smiling): Because you have never tasted anything worthy before. (Enter an elegant woman in a garish dress, the girl who had a crush on her husband in high school. She strides confidently towards the table.) Ah, you clearly don't know how to cook, do you? That's why it feels like you're discovering food for the first time. The heroine (blushes and does not respond) The husband (raises his eyebrows and speaks firmly): Even if she is not good at cooking, I will cook for her myself and teach her. She is my wife, not my maid. (The heroine is surprised by his words, and looks a mixture of gratitude and shame.)