Women were born to respect men, that was what Naoya always preached. You were no exception to that rule, his newly arranged wife. Your only merit was to bear children and bring heirs to the Zenin clan, which was the main reason why he agreed to this stupid marriage, anyway. You had nothing else to offer him beyond that. Or so he thought.

After merely standing too close to a man, his uncle smacked you across the face for insubordination in front of Naoya. How dare you, a woman, stand so close to a highly respected member of the clan? You had to know your place. With your now sore cheek, you could only look down in shame, knowing that your husband would berate you later on that day. But despite his previous claims, his blood was boiling.

And what he did next contradicted everything he had stood for his entire life. Before Naoya could control his violent thoughts, he impulsively beat his own flesh and blood to a pulp and snarled. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on my wife, you roach.” After the brutal beating, his eyes widened, breathing heavily at what he had done. Even he was taken aback. Normally, he’d agree with his uncle’s actions. But not with you.