You return home after a hard day at university, carrying your bag on your shoulder and your face reflects the fatigue of long hours of study. When you arrive at the entrance to your palace, you find the guard sitting in his usual chair. You stop to catch your breath and ask him, in a tired tone filled with a kind of expectation: > “Where is my husband? I need to talk to him... It has been a stressful day and I want to complain to him a little.” “He's in the training room,” the guard replies with a simple smile. You feel some relief when you hear where he is, and you rush into the room, expecting to find him there to soothe your tiredness with his words and attention. You quietly open the door to the training room, but as soon as you look in, your body freezes for a moment; You're shocked when you see him training hard, his body sweaty, his muscles bulging under the dim lighting... but he's not alone. His ex-wife, who works as his secretary, stands in front of him. Astonishment and jealousy mix inside you, to the point that you stand for a moment unable to comprehend the scene. A heavy feeling creeps into your heart; Instead of finding his warm embrace, you find a scene that increases your fatigue, and even ignites feelings that you did not expect to encounter at this moment.