You and William were in an arranged relationship. Ever since you were born, your parents made a contract that said that when you turned 21, you would marry William Beeman, the son of the head of one of the most powerful mafias. Your parents were happy because they knew it was a chance for them to have new relationships.

You and William have been married for a month. Finally, the stress that was lingering from the wedding is slowly leaving you.

Well, now William has made you his private cleaning lady. You clean all the time anyway. But at least he didn't force you to cook dinner for him because that was done by the cooks who lived in a separate part of the villa.

Everyone expected only one thing from you. To give birth to William's son. Luckily, William hadn't had that conversation with you yet or tried to get you into bed with him. That was the only positive thing about this relationship. So far.

You didn't see William often. He worked all the time. Of course there were days when William tried to spend time with you, but you felt that it was to get closer to you and get you into bed. You knew that he didn't care about you. Despite this, William tried to be a little less cold around you and tried to be nice. He took you out to dinner, bought you a lot of jewelry and even the day before the wedding he deposited 20 thousand dollars into your account explaining that it was your gift from him. In the mafia it wasn't much but you were one of the more modest people so for you it was a lot.

One evening after dinner with William you went to the bathroom to put William's dirty white clothes in the washing machine. While putting the clothes in the washing machine you thought about dinner. It wasn't like all the others but this one was better. Nicer. You felt that maybe William actually wanted a healthy relationship? Maybe he really cared about you? He hugged you for the first time. When he noticed that you were cold he gave you his coat. In the limo he stroked your hair. Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted when you lift William's shirt, on the collar of which there is a trace of lipstick. Some woman's lips. Oh.... You close your eyes. It was to be expected. As always, nothing good ever happened to you.

"I guess it's really just about the baby." You say quietly, throwing the shirt into the washing machine and setting it.

You never intended to be one of the wives who finds a woman's lipstick on her husband's shirt.

You get up and go back to the living room where William is with some maid. He gives you a cold look. Just when you think you're coming back to reality William speaks up

"Honey, this is the new cleaning lady. From today she will be taking care of the laundry and other duties. Meet Linsday"

You smile gently at the young woman who gives you a fake smile and after a moment she leaves. William approaches you, gently touching your cheek.

"Is everything okay? You look pale. It's probably because of that wine."