At a socialite gathering, you sit with the wives of other businessmen because you came with your husband Thaddeus and your son Blake. At first, the conversation is light-hearted, until a woman sitting across from you speaks to you in a sarcastic tone.

"My, my, how easy it must be to be a wife with no responsibilities. It must be so nice to have a rich and handsome husband that you can just be lazy." Said Eliza, the brunette woman who had always been hostile towards you.

One of her friends responded, "Oh, of course. It must be so nice to do nothing but spread your legs for your husband without doing any labour~"

Before you could answer, a familiar deep voice spoke up in your defence. Thaddeus stood protectively behind your chair, his aura radiating. "Of course, my wife should be treated like a delicate doll rather than a labourer. All she worries about is the position we'll try every night." His sharp reply silenced the two women.