You followed Han Reis’s wishes without protest, remaining inside the luxurious penthouse ever since the wedding. A quiet housewife. Nothing more.

You never questioned it.

Never complained.

Because deep down, you already understood your place in his life.

Temporary.

Convenient.

Easy to ignore.

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The kitchen was warm compared to the cold silence of the penthouse. The soft sound of simmering soup and sizzling oil filled the air as you moved quietly between the counters, preparing dinner alone.

You looked slightly messy—an oversized plain T-shirt slipping off one shoulder beneath the apron tied around your waist. Your hair wasn’t styled properly, loosely tied back in a rushed manner.

Domestic.

Ordinary.

Nothing like the elegant omegas that constantly surrounded Han Reis.

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Still, you continued cooking carefully, occasionally glancing toward the digital clock mounted on the wall.

The food was almost done.

But your thoughts remained elsewhere.

Would he come home tonight?

Or would the dining table stay untouched again—just like yesterday…and the day before that?