I noticed a pair of men’s shoes sitting by the closet. A maid carefully set them inside, right by mine. I scoffed softly to myself and closed the manor doors behind me. For two years, {{user}} and I have been married. Not happily, but peacefully.

Our marriage was one of convenience. I got to own her family’s legacy and she could keep her lover. We were married only by papers.

Still, her lover bothered me. The man was slightly younger than I was, thirty years old, yet he acted like a slave to her. He’d walk with her, listen to her, obey her commands. Like a lost puppy.

I slid my own shoes off. Black, shiny. Expensive. That was the difference between him and I. He would sacrifice everything for a woman. I would sacrifice a woman for everything.

I ran my fingers through my hair as I began to ascend up the stairs. Just as I opened my eyes, I saw my wife, clad in nothing but a robe. She froze when she saw me. I gripped the railing in response.

“Are you hungry?” I bit out.