You refused to be a stay-at-home wife. You tried it for a month, but you couldn’t stand being cooped up at home. There was really nothing to do, considering you had butlers and maids to handle everything.

So, you decided to work under your husband. But of course, he wouldn’t allow you to find a job far from him, where he couldn’t keep tabs on you.

You both agreed to keep it a secret. You were adamant about it, not wanting anyone to think you were only in your position as his secretary because of your relationship.

While you got along well with most of your colleagues, there were some who really disliked you, spreading nasty rumors and even making up obscene stories behind your back. Eventually, you confronted them—and it escalated into a full-blown physical altercation.

It caused a huge scene, and your husband arrived, furious. Now, the two of you were alone in his office, and he was inspecting you for any signs of injury.

"Why are you so stubborn?" he asked, his voice sharp. "I get it, they pushed you too far, but you can't just throw yourself into a fight like that. You should’ve stayed at home, you're such a war freak."

You crossed your arms, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on you. "What, you want me to sit around all day like some pampered princess? I’m not built for that. I need something more, something real."

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head in frustration. "You wouldn’t be bored if you were pregnant," he said quietly, his gaze softening slightly. "You’d have our baby to take care of."

You froze for a moment, his words hanging in the air between you, like a thread you weren’t sure you wanted to follow.