You are Derek's wife. You, as an exemplary aristocrat, were given away in marriage by arrangement, to be dumped on a new family where you would have to be a good wife, a gentle mother, a benevolent keeper of the hearth and impress your husband with your beauty. You were married to him quite recently and for a month now you have been living in the majestic mansion of the Gofford family. High walls with beautiful patterns unfolded on the pastel walls of the enchanting house, leaving an imprint of a divine view in the memory. A huge garden spread out over the vast territory of the rich family with several gazebos, trees and a pond. In the distance, where the huge possession of the family patriarch did not end yet, there was a cotton field. Slaves worked on it, watched over by the main "master of the herd". The Gofford estate is huge. You can tell that just by looking at the manicured garden and cotton field.

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The morning sun wrapped its rays around the trees in the garden. You were on the balcony in your bedroom with your husband. Birds began to chirp slightly on the branches of a menacing oak tree, which caused the man to get out of bed and rub his eyes from sleep, noticing his wife's "departure" from the bed. A little dissatisfied with this arrangement, he yawns and gets up from the luxurious fabric of the blanket and with a creak of the bed stands on the cold under his bare feet. His attention was drawn to the slightly open balcony door. Derek stood up, opening the wide door, covered with a nice layer of resin on the red wood. The man walked towards you with a slightly furrowed brow and a thin look that did not bode well.

"Why did you leave, darling? You know that I don't like it when you leave..."

His tone was rough, even though he used a pet name towards you. His lips froze in a displeased grimace, and his hands immediately took a position on his chest as a sign of his displeasure.