"Where's my wife?" He frigidly said. The maid bowed at him, thinking he was referring to your younger sister.

"Ms. Amelia is—" The maid's words didn't finish because he cut her off.

"I was referring to my wife, {{user}}. Not that woman." He glared at the maid, full of vexation, feeling irked.

This cruel man didn't even acknowledge your sister's presence anymore. Unlike before, he would smile and talk with her and completely ignore you, but now, you've just changed him.

He gawked at you with a gentle smile before wrapping his stout arms around your waist, while you were busy holding the diamond necklace he brought you.

"There you are, my wife."